Jason hadn’t honestly relapsed into the Red Hood for years, once he started becoming a social worker it was like he regained control of his own life again.
But all of his new life had shattered before him, replaced with deadly, familiar feelings. Familiar feelings that triggered the switch between Jason Todd and The Red Hood. The switch that Jason spent years in therapy trying to handle. Years of therapy that promptly went down the toilet when glass rained from the sky and everyone seemed to change.
It was a good cover, he thought to himself. Blame the negative emotions on the world around him, use it as an excuse when someone inevitably would try to stop him. The old feelings boiled up and out of him, and he left his apartment without warning. Up and abandoning a cup of tea on the table. Was it like he vanished into thin air? Pretty much. The Red Hood knew what he was doing.
He was going to get revenge, not like he had much of a choice. Before Batman caught up with him he was so deep into the process, but he picked up where he left off. All of his gear was at a nearby safe house, and he spent no time getting it on. His identity was once again concealed, hidden under red metal and gun holsters.
Tracking down the Joker wasn’t the hardest thing in the world, it came to the Hood as easily as breathing. He’d known the bastard was in Star City for quite some time, it just boiled down to finding the right warehouse.
And in broad daylight, he knew the Joker wasn’t there. He went up into the rafters and from there it was a waiting game, a glorious, horribly boring waiting game.
Even when the Joker arrived, he stayed completely still, eavesdropping on the conversation before deciding it was his time to strike. He pulled a smoke bomb from one of the many pockets in his jacket and let it drop right into the Joker’s lap.
“Peekaboo, you cackling freak,” he announced, flipping out of the rafters and landing on top of the clown, going for instant restraint. It was now or never, and he wasn’t fucking around.
There were worse things Jason could do than bring in children in need, but that didn’t make Bruce any less concerned about the situation. Star City’s government, including their department overseeing foster care and services for children, was not exactly in tiptop shape.
“Fine. Bring me copies of their files.” He had several reasons for asking, but didn’t offer any of them aloud. Even as Bruce Wayne, he had connections with several institutions and programs much more capable than any in Star City.
And that was why Jason had gotten involved. He knew how tricky a system could be, and he was just one of the rebelling cogs in the puzzle, helping children in the way they needed to be helped in.
“I will don’t worry about that. I’m a professional now.” He looked over at the kids, offering a kind smile. “It’s okay, he’s my dad, he won’t hurt you guys.”
Jason had called Bruce for his connections, these kids wouldn’t be safe in Star City’s system. They needed so much more than that, they needed someone who could take care of them properly, and actually care about them. He slowly stood up with the young one and walked the others around the living room to pick up their bags, offering soft words of encouragement, closely followed by, “There’s dogs, so you guys will have a fun time,” and one of the kids gasping loudly and looking at Bruce with nothing but excitement on his face.
“Thank you, by the way,” he called over his shoulder.
“Shouldn’t be your job to be getting him anywhere.” What a perfect world that would’ve been. Even back in Gotham, it’s not like the police could handle everything. Too much got handed to the other cogs in the machine. In Star City, the stakes were just a little bit higher. There were too many people not on their side. Maybe he was coming off that way, too.
Jim tucked his hands into his pockets and stood up straight again, taking a cursory glance at the I.D. card. He could’ve called it in, made sure it was legitimate, but that would’ve just wasted everyone’s time and kept them standing out there even longer. So he just nodded for him to put it away. “I’m Jim Gordon,” he told the kid, which didn’t seem to ease his mind much. He couldn’t blame him. “And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Lead the way.” He could’ve tucked them both in the car, but certain people tended to follow the police rather than avoid them just to see what mayhem they could get up to.
“Well it is my job,” a silent, asshole was between the words but he punctuated his sentence with a glare. The kid stood a little closer, if possible, and Jason made sure to hide him, fully wrapping an arm around him.
Jason put the i.d card away, patting his pocket. He put his other hand on the kid’s shoulder and looked down at him, “It’s okay, he’s not a bad guy,” he kept his voice quiet. “He’s a friend, I know him, which means he’s good. Okay?”
The kid nodded but didn’t look Jim in the eyes, and Jason led the way to his apartment. If anything happened he had a taser tucked away in his belt, which wouldn’t do much but it was the only weapon his office permitted for night calls. Which was.. underwhelming. He’d prefer a gun, something short range because honestly? He didn’t trust anyone who prowled Star City’s streets.
Once his building came into view the kid peeled off his leg in exchange for holding his hand, progress, slow progress. Jason turned and looked over at Jim.
“Are we free to go now?”
It was easy to forget the reason why he was here as soon as he saw the children. Bruce was silent, frowning as he took in the scene, but this type of weakness was a simple one for Jason to exploit. His money went to all the local orphanages and safe houses; it didn’t matter if they were for humans or mutants. He had a soft spot for anyone incapable of taking care of themselves. Wayne Enterprises famously donated to various organizations that benefited children. It was a cause he personally believed in, especially after nearly being put into the system himself. If it weren’t for Alfred, there was no telling where he would have ended up.
“Why?” He wasn’t saying no. He couldn’t. But he wasn’t going to agree without understanding every bit of the situation he could. “Where are their parents?” Perhaps he knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear it from Jason.
Jason had looked up at him with a blank look, because the question was easy enough to answer. “The father is in jail and the mother is currently in the hospital. They need somewhere to stay for the week, somewhere safe until their files get sent to Star City’s foster system for review,” he carded his finger’s through the younger one’s hair.
“They’re good kids, between the therapy appointments they have set up and their sports, they won’t be a hassle,” there was a fondness in his eyes when he talked about them. Because they were good kids and didn’t deserve what was happening to them.
“Yep,” Jason popped the p in his words dramatically, looking over his shoulder at the commissioner. The poor kid had his face tucked so tightly behind his leg that he was pretty sure he was gonna break his nose. He wasn’t going to give Gordon the details though, not until he knew the kid was home safe.
“I’m just making sure he gets home safe,” and by home safe he meant at his home for probably the next week. Star City was a shithole for kids, comparable to Gotham in a lot of ways. He put the top of his hand on the kid’s shoulder for reassurance. “He’s shy.. anyways,” he dug around his pocket and produced his work identification card, “I’m also a government worker, yada yada. So if you wouldn’t mind escorting us to the lovely apartment building down the block?”
“Bad enough to be out on your own breaking curfew,” Jim said as soon as he’d opened the door of the squad car and stepped out. He paused a few paces away from Jason and the younger child who’d been walking with him. “Now you’re dragging a kid into it, too.”
He knelt down and held out his hand toward the child. “The streets aren’t safe at this hour. And I’m not just talking about criminals.” Then again, as far as he was concerned NOVA was criminal.
You know, Jason wasn’t the type of person to call home. If he needed something he’d show up at the front door and ask for it, always straight forward in that sort of way. However, when you were saddled with four kids and told to figure it out, you didn’t have a choice.
Jason was sitting in his apartment with the kids, two of them laying across his lap and the other two leaning against his shoulders.
Finally, he picked up. Jason started speaking before Bruce could, “Hey, quick question. Would you mind if I kept four kids at the manor for I dunno... a week or so? I know we have the room but I figured it’d be good to ask first. I can cover everything for them, my apartment just doesn’t have enough room to fit them all.”
It was three in the morning, and the poor kids needed a good place to sleep, not odd spots on his apartment floor.
*Jason Todd voice* they say it’s all good in the hood, but does anyone ever ask the Hood if he’s good? no, they don’t, and no, i’m not
who took that photo
“jason, look at me”
IS THAT DAVID CASTANEDA? NO, THAT’S JASON TODD. HE USED TO BE KNOWN AS RED HOOD BUT NOW HE IS JUST A SOCIAL WORKER. IF I’M NOT MISTAKEN HE IS TWENTY-FOUR AND HE WAS AGAINST THE HERO BAN.
AKA this is what you should read if you’re curious abt my Jason characterization.
Basic Things to Know:
Name: Jason Peter Todd
Race: Mexican- American
Occupation: Star City Social Worker (he helps kids get out of bad households and into good ones. He also runs an after school program for ‘troubled’ kids)
Skills: Martial Arts, Lazarus Pit enchanced abilities, tactician, Master Marksman, Expert Detective. Basically he’s like a mini Bruce within his skills but he has enchanged things like Speed, agility, durability, and strength from his dip in the Lazarus Pit. He’s also multilingual (but spoke Spanish before he learned English).
Childhood: (im gonna link a fic that does a better job at showing Jason’s childhood than I can do at telling it. Just pick whichever chapter from 1-5 to read bc none of them follow a cohesive storyline) FIC But to summarize: Jason was a really good kid with a lot of hope for the world. When he was Robin he actually made nice with a LOT of rogues bc he was charming as shit as a little kid. Roughly the only Rogue he ever had problems with was Joker and sometimes Harley by relation. Otherwise? Easy to get along with, loved reading, philosophy, and history. He was a little nerd, lovable, and loved the world around him.
A Death in the Family: So Jason catches word that his mom is in Ethiopia and he goes because again, Jason had a lot of hope for the world around him. The thing turned out to be a trope and as per canon, Joker beat him with a crowbar. What happened during this event though was mostly psychological, out of the trauma of being beat he started to develop a second personality in order to protect himself from what was happening. Of course, no one but Joker was around to witness it. The building later exploded and Jason Todd died. (age 15)
Until he was dunked in the Lazarus Pit by the Al Ghul’s. The only personality present was the second personality he’d developed while being beat. He didn’t talk, just took orders while he secretly plotted. He spent six months training with the league of shadows before leaving to enact his revenge against the Joker.
Under The Red Hood: So he goes back to Gotham with a gameplan, he’s gonna kill the Joker but first, he needs to get power. He dons the persona of The Red Hood, his new identity. For the first time, this new personality gave himself a name. The Red Hood made his entrance by taking the heads of a few drug cartel leaders and dumping them on the GCPD’s doorstep. (note, he did not take control of these rings, he shut them down, took their money, destroyed the drugs). This gained the attention of Batman, and guess what? The Red Hood has no idea who Batman is. Those memories that Jason has with Batman do not belong to The Red Hood. Naturally, this created a problem when The Red Hood and Batman faced off and his identity was revealed.
Rebuilding: After he was deducted to be Jason Todd, The Red Hood persona started to back down, finally letting Jason Front for the first time since he had been murdered. During this time period, he spent his time trying to recover from everything that happened. This included copious amounts of therapy, and trial and error medications. He was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder and was set upon figuring out what triggered this more violent personality to come out. And the answer was simple, whenever Jason felt threatened or in danger, The Red Hood would start fronting. So he spent a long time working on repressing that and although he can’t keep his alter from front, he has a better time coming back to himself. Once Bruce decided to move to Star City, Jason decided that he wanted to continue his education and go to college for a proper second chance at regaining control of his life and making it his own.
Star City: Once he graduated from college, Jason immediately went to work in Star City. He was hired on as a social worker and currently, he helps kids who are between foster homes, being taken out of their homes, etc. He also runs an afterschool program in the city for troubled kids. Jason also does a lot of odd translator jobs on the side when the need arises. All in all he’s quite happy, but not with the hero ban. He directly opposed it with the claim that the world will always need heroes, and that his personal case was important in showing that. He’s still very politically charged in that aspect and he’ll publicly debate people about it when given the chance, especially since he works so closely with kids who could really use a role model like Superman in their lives.
Things to Note: The Red Hood doesn’t have any familial relationships with anyone, due to not having those memories. The Red Hood and Jason Todd have completely separate memories. The Red Hood alter is triggered by several things but the most prominent tend to be: asphyxiation, fear, and threats. The alter also isn’t directly violent unless the cause comes around, otherwise, he tends to be plain aggressive, and snappy, all in all just difficult to be around. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if Red Hood is fronting or if Jason’s just in a mood though.
The Red Hood isn’t Jason’s only alter, but his other two don’t front often enough for him to know what they are, or how to prevent them from coming up. He refers to them as 3, and 6.
(hey just lettin u know that if you wanna plot to please dm me!! I haven’t rped as Jason in a while so give me a lil to get the handles on his harness)