#char: jason todd

[xysidhequeen]

I hope you got a decent sleep but I wonder, how big is Jason in your AU?

Is it as big as Gotham Knights (Game)?

I did sleep! I'm not sure exactly how long as I'm not sure when I fell asleep, time got weird for me at the end there. But probably upwards of 10 hours so I'm feeling betterish.

He is as big as GK Jason, yes. He's a tank of a man, ghost puberty, and actual puberty, hit him like a truck. I was playing GK while writing RK originally, so I did base his physique off of that. But also because I love tank Jason.

I did not base his face off of GK Jason, though. That stayed more comic book accurate.

I can't give you like hard stats, because I avoid gyms like they'll give me the plague. I couldn't give you his weight and full measurements if I wanted to. But he's big and beefy and unapologetically takes up as much space as he needs to.

No new snippet today, I haven't written yet today so I have nothing that won't be too spoilery. 💚

[dhampiravidi]

match(es) made in heaven

me: I wish I had a group of friends that I met while saving the world, so they wouldn't leave me like other people have 😥

also me: *crushes on Aleksander Morozova, Harvey Specter, Damon Salvatore, Jason Todd/Red Hood, Jace Herondale & pretty much every hot fictional man w/abandonment issues* I think I'm in love--

[lovebugcody]

boyfriend

[jacensolodjo]

The fact that basically every character has a matching race/ethnicity (or as close to as possible) voice actor makes me happy.

Other games: you mean you didn't use white people for most of your Black, asian, and latine characters? Gotham Knights Developers:

[emacrow]

Batfam tried to bribe the banshee child to get their stuff back.

Originally post here.

The one to figured it out was Tim who sacrifice his first camera that he still kept from back then when he stalked batman, the other two original robins and that it still have some film left in it. It was still a bit damaged and covered in tape on the camera and on the strap.

Alfred gave danny Bruce's father, Thomas's baby blanket in exchange for his favorite spoon.

Dick painstakingly gave his zitka elephant plushy for his mask, only to watch wide eyed when danny misty breath made a form of a miniature zitka the actual elephant doing one of her favorite tricks. And no he didn't cry after he left the room.

Damian offered secretly offered one of his most cherished drawing he had kept as a child, that remind him of Danyal..

Barb offered her old Batgirl costume, the one that still had a tear in it before she became the oracle..

Bruce offered one of his mother's pearls, the few that he had left.. from that night. When he gave it to danny in his tiny hand, all he felt was a sense of cold shiver that wrapped around him like a warm yet cold hug.

Duke gave him one of his first glasses that was a bit bented when his power came in, that were left discard in his draw as a reminder.

Leaving all but Jason todd who didn't know what to give Danny to have his red hood helmet back..

He tried one of his first gun, nothing..his black jacket, nothing.. it took Jason a long time (7 months tops) to figure out what to give danny.

It was 3am in the morning that he snucked in the Wayne Manor, peeking in the newest room for their youngest adoptee who was wide awake again.

Jason pulling out something from a pouch. It was old, torn and still had charred of ashes damaged but he kept it for his own selfish reasons..

He gave danny his Robin's cape, the original one that brought memories old, good and bad..

Danny held his Robin's cape and look at it, not saying anything with his eyes glow brightly before looking up at Jason with the most heartbreaking watery eyes.

He got up slowly, and hugs Jason close, chirping softly that made Jason's eyes glow a bit, before big drops of lararus pits liquid drips down from his eyes.

Just two broken core boys comforting one another, despite the puddle of lararus pits beneath them both that glow brighter and clearer then jason ever seen lararus pits have then it usuall musky growing green form... Jason close his eyes slowly as he gently hug the ghostly boy back.

Jason will never admit to anyone of what he gave that night or why he was asleep in Danny's nest the next morning after, but he suddenly felt some kind of unmoveable weight being lifted from his shoulders..

Until he saw on the news that The Joker was found dead with his ears, eyes and nose bleeding with a horrified look on his face.

[lambsouvlaki]

Shelter from the Storm - Dangerous

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, mentions of violence, fluff

Word Count: 400

Summary: Jason knows she can defend herself, but she doesn't have to. Not while he's there to catch her.

Masterlist

Jason stood between her and a room full of bodies.

The attic stank of blood and burning rubber. The mercs’ armour wasn’t as sturdy as they must have hoped. 

He holstered his gun and rolled a charred body over with his boot. 

“This one’s dead,” he said. 

“Fireballs do that,” she muttered.

He looked sidelong at her. She stepped gingerly around a body collapsed on the broken table. The concrete walls were riddled with bullets. She ran shaking hands through her messed up hair, and winced as it pulled on the graze at her hairline. 

“You’re very willing to get lethal,” he said. 

“Don’t give me that,” she snapped. “I have very little choice here. And I won’t be told to pull my punches by someone carrying multiple grenades. Someone who isn’t being actively hunted for profit, I might add.”

He smiled grimly. He picked up her jacket from the floor. One of the mercs had ripped it off her when trying to grab her. Jason put a bullet in that man’s head. 

“I’m not telling you to make nice with your abusers,” he said. He held the jacket out for her, and slid it up her arms as she turned into it. He leaned down to speak in her ear. “When the moment of truth comes, if you can’t put those animals in the ground, I’ll do it for you.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. He didn’t know why she looked surprised. Didn’t she know? He would carve through as many of them as it took to keep her safe. 

“Oh.” The wall that normally lurked in her eyes wasn't there. 

“I can do it,” she said softly. 

“I know. But you don’t have to.” 

He gently adjusted her collar where it was rolled over itself. He didn’t know if she meant that or the fighting. He didn’t know if he did either. 

His knuckles grazed the bare skin of her collarbone.

Her breath hitched. 

He blinked at himself and turned away. 

He pushed one of the blinds aside and looked out into the compound below. He could see them starting to move. 

“They’re more dangerous than they look,” she said.

He glanced back and saw her retying her hair, all business once again. 

“So am I,” he said and drew his sniper rifle. 

[nokomiss]

For a prompt: How about JaySteph, established relationship, hijacking a boat (you can pick what kind) for a mission.

@hollie47 I hope you enjoy!

“I feel like that’s the wrong thing to do,” Steph said. “Like. Morally. I get your bigger-picture talk but. Come on.”

“It’s just temporary,” Jason argued. “We’ll bring it right back.”

Steph gave him a look. “When have we ever returned anything we requisitioned in its original form?”

“I mean.” Jason said, thinking. “Once I brought the Batmobile back with a full tank of gas.”

“And missing a fender,” Steph said. “I remember that clearly, because it got brought up the next time I asked to borrow the Batmobile.”

Jason sighed. “I just really don’t want to swim, y’know? Do you know how heavy this outfit is?”

“Mine’s not exactly a bikini either,” Steph said.  The river flowed sluggishly, and it would be doable to swim, but Jason brought up a good point there. She also knew from his previous bitching that not all of his supplies were waterproofed, and she felt like that was a bigger factor. Just not one he wanted to say out loud in public, for fear of rogues with water guns. 

Water balloons? She tried to remember if she’d ever come up against someone throwing evil water balloons and drew a blank.

She turned her attention back to the boat. Well, canoe. It belonged to the troop of Girl Scouts snoozing in their tents in a nearby clearing; they had taken care to avoid the group. The den mothers were still awake, sitting around the fire chatting quietly, and here were Steph and Jason, contemplating stealing what was clearly their transport back to civilization.  

“We have to bring it back,” she said firmly. Taking down a human trafficker was important, but stranding a group of Girl Scouts in the forest was decidedly not great. “Like. In working condition.”

“It’s a canoe, how hard will that be?” Jason asked. He shot her a grin that made Steph a little weak in the knees, not that she would ever tell him that, because only an idiot would hand Jason Todd a weapon like that.

She climbed in, and after a few moments of fumbling they figured out the whole paddling rhythm, and soon they were on the other shore and chasing down the bad guy.

Which went fine!

Steph was pretty proud of the fact that they got both the trafficker and his contact, and they rescued four teenagers, and all of that was very, very good.

Unfortunately, though. Unfortunately…  The vigilante curse had struck again.

She and Jason stood on the bank of the river after having arranged for the pickup of their captures, had handed over the evidence, and had done a by-the-books job! Except for one minor detail.

“When the hell did it even catch on fire?” Jason despaired, looking at the canoe. “It’s in water.”

It was still smoking, the flames having been doused as soon as they’d gotten there.  Ironically enough, Steph and Jason were now soaked through, having been forced to dive into the water to splash river water directly onto the flames.  

“Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks?” Jason said doubtfully. “Let’s get the water out of it.”

They tipped it enough to get the water out, then settled the canoe back into the water.  Immediately water gurgled back into it from a gaping hole in the bottom. “Yeah, this guy’s toast. Burnt toast. We should go tell the Girl Scouts.”

“We’re not waking up a bunch of nine year olds to tell them we killed their canoe,” Jason said. “I refuse.”

“We can’t just leave them!” Steph argued. The canoe dipped deeper into the water. “We have to replace it.”

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Jason said.

A few calls to some slightly shady people Jason was familiar with later – neither willing to call Babs in, unwilling to face the level of mockery that she would send their way – and forty five minutes of sitting on the river bank contemplating what to do with the charred remains of the canoe later, a boat was delivered.

A pontoon boat. It was big enough to host a small party. 

“Thanks,” Jason said, staring at the boat. “That’s… exactly what I wanted. Good work.”

“You got it, boss,” said the guy who was absolutely not a goon because Jason didn’t employ those any more said, and merrily went about his way, oblivious to the concept of sarcasm.

“Good help is hard to find,” Steph said, patting him on the arm.

They left a “Sorry about your canoe :(“ banner pinned to the side of the pontoon, decided to leave give the canoe a burial at sea so the Girl Scouts wouldn’t be distressed at the sight of their canoe’s sad remains, and left it at that.

And they would have left it at that! 

But the next night Babs called them both in to check out a lead on something, and when they arrived at the Clocktower, they were greeted with multiple headlines displayed prominently on some of Oracle’s biggest screens, ranging from positive (Girls Scouts Receive Gift From Mysterious Benefactor!) to bland (Girl Scouts’ Missing Canoe Replaced With Pontoon) to derisive (Thief Destroys Girl Scout Property).

“Hi Babs, lookin’ good today!” Steph said, trying her best to ignore the headlines.

“Really, Steph? Flattery?” Babs said, raising an eyebrow.

Steph shrugged. It sometimes worked! Granted, not on Babs. She looked over at Jason, who was cleaning under his nails with a batarang. It was definitely her batarang, specifically her goop-a-rang. She wondered if she should tell him the danger he was in, then decided against it. He was putting a lot of effort into not looking Babs in the eye, after all. She didn’t want to ruin it.

“I can’t believe I have to say this, but guys, you can’t steal from Girl Scouts. Or any other children. Actually, let’s just keep stealing off the table altogether.” Babs looked like she was lecturing wayward children.  

Steph protested, “We were going to give it back!”

Babs raised an eyebrow.

Jason continued to not look anyone in the eye. 

“It was Jason’s idea!” Steph added. “Also, I’m not even sure how it caught on fire? But it was beyond repair. So we replaced it!”

“You could have replaced it with something that wasn’t wildly conspicuous and created headlines I’m having to monitor!” Babs said. Steph got the impression Babs was fighting the urge to stick out her tongue. 

Shift the blame time, then. “Again, Jason’s fault,” Steph said. “His goon needs training.”

Jason mouthed the word goon before saying defensively, “I don’t have goons!” 

“That guy was absolutely a goon.”

“He’s a buddy! He did the best he could!” Jason said, looking as though he couldn’t believe he was defending a goon to them.

Babs took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Leave. Both of you, just…leave. And don’t do this again!”

“We won’t!” Steph promised, and grabbed Jason by the arm to drag him out the door. “Love ya! Bye!”

After all, what are the odds that anything about that scenario would happen again?

Two Months Later:

Steph stared down at the burning remains of the canoe. “Jason, did you do this on purpose?”

“You know I didn’t!” Jason hissed back. “It was Firefly!”

“Babs is going to kill us,” Steph said blankly. “We promised her.”

“So I hear that the Caribbean is nice this time of year,” Jason said. “A few hurricanes, but…”

“Pick an island, I’m there.”

[the-babygirl-polls]

Babygirl Polls Lineup: Week One

Hello everyone! Here we have the lineup for the first week of the Babygirl Polls! Thank you so much for all your submissions!

Klarion Bleak (Young Justice)

Dante Sparda (Devil May Cry)

Ace Ukiyo (Kamen Rider: Geats)

Bro Strider (Homestuck)

Michael Schmidt (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Cole Brew (Rhythm Doctor)

Peppino Spaghetti (Pizza Tower)

Negan (The Walking Dead)

Todd (Not Me: The Series)

Dan (Not Me: The Series)

Sound (My School President)

Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Adolin Kholin (The Stormlight Archive)

Xue Yang (The Untamed)

Aaron Warner (Shatter Me)

Jean Descole (Professor Layton)

Curt Mega (Spies are Forever)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Ghost (Call of Duty)

Emperor Belos/Phillip Wittebane (The Owl House)

Wen Kexing (Word of Honor)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

Taichi Hiraga-Keaton (Master Keaton)

Akk Pipitphattana (The Eclipse)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Bruce Wayne/Batman (The Batman (2022))

Kenzo Tenma (Naoki Urasawa's Monster)

Jason Todd/Red Hood (DC)

Usami Tokishige (Golden Kamuy)

Char Aznable (Mobile Suit Gundam)

Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Vegas (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Barry the Chopper (Full Metal Alchemist)

Khatha (Midnight Museum)

Ronald Lynch (Home Movies)

Ballister Boldheart (Nimona)

Rex Dangervest (The Lego Movies)

Emmett Brickowski (The Lego Movies)

Knife (Inanimate Insanity)

Nickel (Inanimate Insanity)

Balloon (Inanimate Insanity)

Nona (Locked Tomb Series)

Laudna (Critical Role)

Ryu Suyeol (Bad and Crazy)

Paul Matthews (Hatchetfield)

Gregory House (House MD)

Ingo (Pokemon)

L (Death Note)

Elijah Volkov (Camp Here and There)

Kevin (Welcome to Night Vale)

Yuma Kokohead (Master Detective Archive: Raincode)

Alex Horne (Taskmaster)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun, Trigun Maximum, and Trigun Stampede)

Greg Davies (Taskmaster)

Byron (Pokemon Diamond/Pearl/Platinum)

Shang Tsung (Mortal Kombat 1)

Garry (IB)

Homelander (The Boys)

Cardan Greenbriar (The Folk of The Air Trilogy)

Omega (Mega Man Zero)

Clive Rosfield (Final Fantasy 16)

Cassian Andor (Star Wars)

Ted Spankoffski (Hatchetfield)

Tang (Lego Monkey Kid)

Tomura Sigaraki (My Hero Academia)

Liam de Lioncourt (Monster Prom)

Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Ethan Winters (Resident Evil)

Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Waver Velvet/Lord El Melloi II (Fate Series)

Dave (Dave and Bambi)

Yoo Joonghyuk (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Akira Nishikiyama (Yakuza/Like A Dragon)

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time and Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake)

Sanji (One Piece)

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug

Romeo Montague (& Juliet)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Lance Dubois (& Juliet)

Francois Dubois (& Juliet)

William Shakespeare (& Juliet)

Chesed (Lobotomy Corporation)

Cesare (Bigtop Burger)

Morris (Stardew Valley)

Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Estinien Varlineau (Final Fantasy XIV)

Frederick Chilton (Hannibal)

Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Jaskier (The Witcher)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Radovid (The Witcher)

Trafalgar Law (One Piece)

Zagreus (Hades)

Shadow The Hedgehog (Sonic)

Sepiroth (Final Fantasy)

Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

Charlie Kelly (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Reverend Rod Putty (Moral Orel)

[batfsm]

Jason's "brother" first appears in the digital-first chapter Truth & Justice #10 by Jeff Trammell, Rob Guillory, Jean-Francois Beaulieu, and Becca Carey. This story focuses on Red Hood's time as a homeless kid. But he isn't alone in this version of his past; one of the people who helps young Jason is Max Dawkins, an older kid who once took care of Jason like a brother. Together, the two survive their childhood. After Jason Todd is taken in by Batman, Jason leaves some money for Max to help him get off the streets. Max turns his life around, even graduating from college — but is unfortunately murdered by Scarecrow. Killing Max off was a huge mis-step on DC's part, and bringing him back could give Jason Todd's character new depth.

So is Max before Nu52 or in New52? Because I never heard of him so I think he is New52.

Almost every member of the Bat-Family still has a powerful connection to their past life. Dick has had old family members reappear, like his uncle and sister — plus he owns the circus he grew up in. Barbara Gordon still has her father, and Cass Cain, for better or worse, still has her mother and father. Damian Wayne has his father, mother, and grandfather. But Jason Todd has no connection to his past life at all. Both of Jason's mothers are dead, and Joker recently killed Jason's father, meaning Jason has no connection left to his pre-Batman childhood. Bringing Max back into continuity would give Jason at least one supporting cast member who knew him before his death as Robin and his revival as Red Hood, which is something Jason desperately needs.

Jason has Crime Alley! He grew up on the streets, he knows the people probably the best than anyone in the family. He has someone on his side, the people of Gotham themselves!

This has to be New52 because I swear Willis was dead around the time Catherine died. Or still in prison. Wait, Catherine dies by the Joker? At least here. I thought it was the drugs who did it.

(This was where I saw it said Joker killed Catherine and Willis.)

Every other Bat-Family member, including Batman, has both a connection to their past and a civilian life with supporting characters. Jason has neither; rarely is he shown in his civilian life, and he has no supporting cast that isn't a fellow superhero. There is no doubt that, out of all the Bat-Family members, Jason is the one who has struggled the most to find his footing outside the team. Every Batgirl and Robin has their own supporting cast, and Red Hood deserves the same. Bringing Max back could be the first step to fixing that.

Who did Tim have before dating Bernard? Unless I’m mistaken, which I might be, didn’t he push Ives, Bernard, Darla(?), and his other school friends away to focus on Robin? Not to mention it seems as if he had no one to hang out with when Jack made him give Robin up...

Oh, I thought it was Dick’s grandfather who reappeared? Or do they not count William as a family member? Plus, isn’t Dick’s sister his parents killers adopted daughter?

Wait, who do they consider Bruce having as his supporting cast? His kids who technically are also his partners? His best friends who are superheroes? Something that ScreenRant seems to hate for Jason? Damian literally has no friends, that they show, besides Jon who is now Tim’s age, since they got rid of Colin and his other friends, including Jon, are superheroes or villains also.

Tim has Bernard and maybe Ives. Duke has his mom, same with Steph, and that’s about it I believe.

I’m surprised they counted Cass’s parents, Ra’s, and Talia in with Damian’s support. Especially since they didn’t put that Ra’s and Talia are as bad as Cass’ s parents…now.

Actually, if you get down to it, the whole family has each other to rely on also. So Jason isn’t alone.

Every other Bat-Family member, including Batman, has both a connection to their past and a civilian life with supporting characters.

Every Batgirl and Robin has their own supporting cast, and Red Hood deserves the same.

ScreenRant really reiterated themselves here.

DC really changed everyones backstory and made them worse didn’t they?

[blacknight1230]

Monster

DC Titans Jason Todd Imagine 

Due to (y/n)’s devilish heritage, she is cursed with an inhuman appearance, one she struggles to hide. After traveling between worlds, she might have meet someone who could love her despite her appearance. But when (/n) accidently shows her true face to the young vigilante she fears she scared him away. 

Once upon a time, a certain devilishly handsome angel and a normal mundane human woman spent a wild night together. It was a one time thing, though, or least it was supposed to be. Nine months later, the devilish angel found a seemingly normal babe on his doorstep. The angel took the child, raising it as his own. As the child grew, it was obvious it was the angle’s, sharing some of his God given powers. So the half angel half human child grew up being raised by the rebellious angel and his demon follower in his LA nightclub, until the child decided to go out into the world by themself and make something for themself. 

That angel/human hybrid was you, (y/n) Morningstar. First, you decided to get as far away from your father as possible. It would be the only way to feel total emancipation, as you were sure your father would send someone, most likely one of your angelic family members, to keep tabs on you. You loved your father, but he was a bit of a helicopter parent, something no one would think was possible when meeting him. Anyway, you found yourself somewhere to put down your roots. 

And this happened to San Francisco with the Teen Titans. Long story short, you met the team of teenage superheroes when they were on one of their missions in the city and helped them defeat the villain. Nightwing, the team’s leader, invented you to become a member which you gladly took. And now you had a new family of misfits just like yourself. 

You got along well with the other Titan members. Kory was your go to when you needed some reassurance or a pick me up, her witty humor and caring nature helping to brighten your mood. Gar was your BFF, either watching old movies  or gaming together while discussing all things considered nerdy and geeky. Rachel was like a sister to you, as you were able to bond over your shared devilish parental figures. Dick was a fantastic leader, always pushing you to be your best, helping you in training or other things. You got along with Dawn, Hank, Donna, and Rose well enough, but there was one Titans member that was different. The current Robin, Jason Todd. 

He was somewhat of an enigma to you. He acted impulsively and was flirtatious, an overall thrill seeker. Yet you could sense that he was a tortured soul, with a unpleasant past that has resulted in his rebellious attitude and short temper. He had a darkness in him that he struggled to control, just like you. Maybe that’s what made you attracted to him.

Yes, you had a crush on Jason Todd, unbeknown to everyone. And you aimed to keep it that way. Especially as you knew there was a thing between Jason and Rose before you walked onto the scene. 

It was useless, though. Jason just drew in you, from his snarky responses that left you struggling to stifle your laughter, to his ruthlessness when it came to fighting criminals. You’ve frequently found yourself sneaking him alcohol and into clubs to party despite him being underage. When Jason questioned you the first time you two had a drink together, you just told him, “I’m technically older than you, Jason. And what kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t pull a few strings for you.” Jason could only give a short chuckled and smirk before taking a swing from the the beer you bought, amused by your antics. 

But like mentioned before, you had a darkside you struggled to control. It wasn’t your fault really; it was something you inherited from your father. You were cursed with a demonic face, characterized by charred red skin that tightly clung to your skull, exposing bits of muscle and teeth. It was horrifying, making you look like a monster. Sure, it came in handy when you wanted to terrorize someone, usually to get information or punish the guilty, but you could barely look at yourself in the mirror. Hence why you covered it up most of the time. 

Usually you were able to effortless hide your terrifying demonic face. Unfortunately, when you were in emotional turmoil, it slipped. Like right now. 

The team was on mission where they had to take down a huge crime lord that was fueling supplies to a unknown supervillain. The plan was to ambush him and his henchmen at a drop off location. Everything was going smoothly, until Jason disobeyed Dick’s orders, getting caught by the crime lord and his henchmen. It ended up in a giant fight, one that ended up with you and Jason in the middle of the cross hairs. Using your demon steel knives, you dodged and weaved past the fists, bats, metal rods, and bullets aimed at you. Despite the situation, you were getting a kick out of handing the criminals’ asses to them. There was nothing they could do to hurt you and your revealed in the way they feared your power, your indestructibility. 

That was until all the henchmen in the area were unconscious yet Jason was nowhere to be found. “Robin?” you called out, not caring if the bad guy heard you. You took a step towards a pile of crates, only to stop in your tracks. The crime lord came out from behind the crates with Jason caught in his grasp and a gun to his head. “Stand back, Morningstar. Or I’ll fill Robin’s brain full of lead,” the crime lord threatened. You did as he said, quietly studying the criminal to look for an opening. The crime lord was nervous; you could see it in his eyes, despite his attempts to prove otherwise. But that meant he could pull the gun’s trigger at the slightest precaution. 

The crime lord chuckled, his hold tightening on Jason’s battered and kneeled form. “Bird boy here wouldn’t shut up a minute ago. Now ... not so much,” the crime lord teased. “Fuck you,” Jason grunted out, before the crime lord hit him in the head with the butt of the gun. Jason’s head lulled to the side at the blow as the crime lord hissed into his ear. “Shut up, Birdy. Can’t you see I’m talking to the lady here.”

“I got to give you some credit, Viti. It’s not everyday guy like you is able to get their hands on the Boy Wonder,” you told the crime lord. Viti chuckles, pushing the barrel of the guy into Jay’s temple. “It was surprisingly easy. This Robin is sloppier than his predecessor. I wonder how the Bat’s gonna feel when he finds out after I put a bullet through the kid’s skull.” “Well I’m sure that would please you, Viti, but I have an inkling you want something else.” You ever so slowly moved towards the crime lord, keeping eyes contact with the man. “Oh really, and what do you think that is?” “Why don’t you just spit out, Viti? I know you want to get it off your just, so tell me what is it that you really desire?” 

With those last few words, your eyes turned red as you maintained eye contact with the crime lord, his eyes never leaving yours and his figure relaxed as he fell under your control. “I want ... I want to get back at Falcone,” Viti admitted. “Oh, the revenge angle is it. Want your dear old uncle to suffer, is it?” you pried, steadily getting closer to the man and the gun. “His family has had control of Gotham long enough. It's time for the Viti’s to take over.” “Well, if the circumstances were different, I could help with that. But unfortunately you’ve gotten on my bad side.” 

With simple reach of your hand, you grabbed Viti’s wrist with a vice-like grip, causing the crime lord to drop the gun and remove his hold on Jason’s dazed form. You bent his arm backwards, making the man fall to his knees and breaking his wrist. Viti cried out in pain, clutching his broken wrist, his anguished cries causing you to smile evilly. “You bitch!” Viti cried out. You put a your boot on his chest and forcibly pushed him onto his back. “I could come up several other words to describe me. Cursed, abnormal ... monstrous.” You growled, your true appearance coming out as you finished. Viti’s breath caught in his throat, a few curses and “Oh my God”s coming out. “Please no ... I’m sorry,” he whimpered as looked up at you with pure terror. “Save your words, Viti. Your fate has already been decided. All that needs to be done is to end you,” you threatened, applying more pressure to his chest, making him gasp as you crushed his lungs. You would have done more if it weren’t for a voice calling out. 

“Morningstar,” Jason said, using your code name. In the corner of your eye you saw him struggling to his feet. You realized what you were doing and immediately removed your foot from Viti’s chest. Said crime lord was crying and struggled to crawl away. Catching sight of your deformed face in reflection of a broken glass shard, you struggled to mask your face to appear normal. Somehow you were able to, but it took every ounce of control to maintain the facade. 

“Morningstar, are you alright?” Jason asked, making his way closer to you. “I’m fine,” you replied quickly, avoiding looking him in the eye. You know if you did, you would immediately feel guilty for reacting how you did and then your mask would slip. “Are you sure? The last thing I remember is getting hit in the head by that asshole’s gun then ...” “I said I was fine, Robin,” you snapped. 

Before he could say another thing, you strode over to Viti’s pathetically crawling form, grabbing his arms and pinning them behind his back. The man yelled out in terror, snot running down his face as weakly fought back. “No, please, get away from me!” he screamed. You ignored him and handcuffed his hands behind his back before grabbing the man by the back of his tailored jacket, pulling him to his feet. “Robin, can you tie up him somewhere and contact the authorities? I need to do something real quick,” you lied, again hiding yourself from Jason’s gaze behind your (hair/wig). You shoved Viti towards Jason, causing the man to fall, briskly walking past the crime lord and the second Robin before Jason could protest. You could hear Viti yelling as you fled the area, telling Jason, “Don’t let her near me! No! Get your hands off me! Don’t you understand! She’s the devil! She’s the devil!” 

~ Later ~

Somehow you were able to return to Titans Tower without another incident, although not without difficulty. You avoided the other Titans members, even as you travelled back home. Dick tried to talk to you about what happened with Viti, Jason clueing him in with what he knew, but you quickly shot him down with a “Not now.” Even Gar, who usually excitedly chatted with you after a mission, knew not to bother you and left you alone. Kory tried to reach out to you, but thankfully Rachel persuaded her not to. She might not know about your dirty little secret, but she could sense you were panicking. You brushed past Jason aas he tried to approach you. With a slam of the door, you were collapsed in your room. 

You saw your reflection in your vanity’s mirror, your true face fully on display. Shamefully, you covered your reflection with your hand, turning the mirror around. Your felt dirty and disgusting as you replayed recent events in your head. Your hero uniform was quickly discarded, using the items of clothing to cover up any reflective surface in your room. You couldn’t face yourself or your hideous reflection. 

You spent the rest of the day in your room, hiding away from outside life whilst in your most comfortable pajamas. You wouldn’t let anyone visit you, turning them away when they came knocking on your door. All the while, your true face remained despite your desperate attempts to get rid of it. 

After hours of self isolation and intense concentration to mask your face, you broke down. Tears ran down your devilish face as sobs filled the room. You heard a knock at your bedroom door and a muffled voice behind it. “(y/n), are you okay? Can I come in?” Jason, you thought with a fluttering heart. He always seems to come at the wrong time. “Leave me  alone! I don’t want to see anyone!” you shouted back, trying to muffle your sobs and hide that you were crying. You failed miserably.

You heard shuffling from behind the door, then silence. Good he left, you thought. You sat in the shadows of your room, curled up into a ball and hugged your knees to your chest, tears steadily falling down your face. Your head buried itself into the ball you made, trying to comfort yourself. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jason had come back to your bedroom door. Something made him turn back when he almost walked away, as if an unseen force moved him as if he were a pawn on a chess board. It still had a hold on him as he reached for door’s handle, slowly and quietly opening it and striding into your darkened room. Jason took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did, his heart panged in his chest when he caught sight of you huddled in a dark corner. “(Y/n),” he called out hesitantly. 

The sound of his voice so close to you caused you to jump, picking your head up to see a worried and bewildered Boy Wonder. You gasped, quickly ducking your head back into your huddled knees. “Jason! What are you doing in here? Get out!” you screamed, panic crawling up your spine and spreading through your body. I can’t let him see me like this, you were thinking as you desperately tried to hide yourself into the shadows. 

“Are you okay?” Jason worried. He took a step closer, struggling to see her shadowed form. “Stay away from me!” you cried out. You were desperately looking around your room for a place to run or hide, feeling like a caged animal as everything seemed to be closing in on you. Jason luckily listened to you, not getting any closer. He was confused as to why you were acting like this. Did I do something? Or was it something else? he thought. He remembered how you avoided him and the others after the confrontation with the mobster. What happened with Viti to make her like this? 

“(y/n), please, your scaring me,” Jason pleaded. You shook your head, refusing to allow him to even catch a glimpse of your monstrous form. He’ll run away from me screaming. He’ll tell the rest of the team. They’re going to kick me out and hunt me down like some beast. You started to hyperventilate, struggling to breath as you fell into a full blown panic attack. This scared you even more; you never reacted this way before and you didn’t know how to help yourself out of it. “(Y/n)! It’s ok! I’ll ... I’ll ... fuck I don’t know what to do,” Jason hissed, pulling roughly at the dark hairs on his head. You tried to focus on something else, hoping doing so could calm you down enough for catch some air. 

“Uh ... maybe if you focus on your breathing,” Jason suggested. “Try to count your breaths or something.” In your mind, this was absolute nonsense, but you did what he said anyway. You tried, you really did, but your mind kept turning towards possible negative outcomes. “I ... can’t ...” you stuttered out. “Shit, ah, maybe if I count with you ...” Jason struggled. He started to count out loud, announcing the numbers at a moderate pace. “One, two, three ...” he started. 

You mentally counted alongside him, but you ended up focusing more on his calm voice than counting your breathing. Then, you felt Jason gently take hold of your clenched hands. The action caused your eyes to shot wide open, breath hitching for a moment. “Hey, its okay, its okay ...” he said, repeating the phrase over and over. You continued to look at Jason, studying the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, how his green-blue eyes shined in the dim light coming the twinkling strings of light hanging on your walls, the way his cologne comforting you as it wafted into your nose, and his voice that easily pulled at your heart strings.

Soon, your breathing had returned to normal and your heart no longer felt like it was going to burst from your chest. “Jason, thank you,” you said. “But you have to leave now.” “What? I just helped you out! Why are you avoiding me?” he groaned. “Jay, please,” you pleaded. Despite breaking out of your panic attack, you could still feel the rough texture of your devilish facial features under your fingertips when you brought them up to your face. 

“Is because of what happened with Viti?” You didn’t say anything, confirming this to Jason. “It is, isn’t it? Can you longer stand me after seeing how weak I am?” Oh no, you panicked internally. He thinks he’s the problem. But its really me. “Jason, no, it’s not you. It’s -” “Then what is is (y/n)? Cause I can’t help but think I caused this. Everything started to fall apart the moment I got too over my head and let that damn bastard get his hands on me.” “I-I can’t.” You desperately wished you could convey to him what was truly going on, but you were unable to think up the proper words explain everything to him without revealing your secret. 

“(y/n), I thought we were close, even friends. I guess I was wrong,” Jason frowned. He stood up from his previous kneeling position, turning towards your bedroom door. “W-Where are you going?” you stuttered. “Out. To where, I don’t know. Anywhere but here,” he replied, taking two long strides towards the door. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). You don’t have to worry about being seen with me anymore,” he shot over his shoulder. He can’t be leaving forever, right ... Right? you panicked internally. 

As Jason headed towards the door, everything started to move in slow motion. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and an all-encompassing deep voice told you, DON’T LOSE HIM. DON’T LET HIM GO. Instinct took over rational, and for the first time in hours, you left your spot in the dark recesses of your bedroom. You emerged from the dark, reaching out for Jason, and grabbing his arm, pulling him back to face you. You could only ogle at the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, how his green-blue eyes shined in the dim light coming from the twinkling lights hanging on your bedroom walls as the second Robin came to face your hideous appearance. Is this how I’ll remember him, when he’s gone? you pondered. 

You braced yourself for Jason’s reaction as his sparkling eyes took in your horrid appearance. A gasp fell from his hips at the sight and you let go of his arm. Strangled noises and half-formed words left Jason’s plumb lips as he struggled to speak. You moved back, trying to hide your face back into the shadows. 

“I didn’t want anyone to see me like this ... Least of all you,” you whimpered, clutching at the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “(Y/n) - I ...” Jason stuttered out. “Now you know ... now everyone will know ... I’m nothing but a monster.” Your eyes burned yet no liquid cascaded down your cheeks, having exhausted all your tears hours ago. 

You expected to hear hurried footsteps and the jiggling of the doorknob as Jason struggled to run away from you, off to warn the others about the monster living with them. But instead, a pair of long, strong arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you close to a toned, cotton sweater chest. “You aren’t a monster, (y/n). I could never see you like that,” Jason said. You could do nothing but stand there in his arms, as Jason started to gently caress the scarred flesh of your check. 

“Fuck, your still so beautiful, I don’t think anything could force me away from you,” you heard him mumble under his breath. Before you could question him about that, Jason closed the gap between you, his plump lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. You immediately relaxed in his hold, mesmerized by the way Jason seemed to fill your sense. You tasted Neapolitan ice cream on his breath, your nose filled with his signature cologne, skin tingling at the way his muscular arms wrapped you in a protective embrace, mind plagued by how his lips really were as soft as they looked. Your hands found their way into his wild, fluffy hair as you molded your lips to his, a moan slipping from between you conveying your pleasure. Jason smirked into the kiss, and if you weren’t so preoccupied at the moment, you probably would have told him off. But you could only run your fingers through the curls at the back of Jason’s head as his nimble tongue pressed between your parted lips, your thundering heart beating in sync with his. 

Everything was hazy as you continued your embrace, wanting more him and never wanting the moment to end. But it had to, as you both eventually pulled way gasping for air. Through hooded eyes, you noticed how bruised Jason’s lips were and the red on his pale cheeks. His hair was somehow even messier than before and his pupils were blown wide. The Boy Wonder let out a chuckle as he stared at you with love-sick eyes. 

“I should have done that much sooner,” he brazeningly admitted. “Much sooner?” you questioned. Somehow, Jason’s cheeks got ever redder. “Oh, well, I ...” he stuttered. He coughed and tried again, but still ended up stumbling on his words. Cute, you could only think as he groaned in frustration. “Fuck, why is this so hard?” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. You grabbed said hand, grasping it gently. “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. And I feel the same way,” you smiled. 

Jason let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing. He shuffled closer to you, wrapping you back in his arms and resting his chin on top of your head. “Thank god. I love you, (y/n),” he said. “I love you, too, Jason.” 

You moved to look Jason in the eyes as you held him close. “But you’re really okay with me looking like this? Doesn’t it horrify you?” you ask, pointing to your face. “I think you should take a look in the mirror first, babe,” he chuckled, motioning to your cover length mirror in the corner of the room. Confused, yet hopeful, you let go of Jason and rushed to the mirror. 

Pulling away the blanket, you gasped when you saw that your once horrific appearance was no longer there. Your face looked the same as before this whole debacle, no sign that anything unordinary happened a moment ago. You touched the apple of your cheek, running a finger down the soft skin all the way to your jawline. 

Beaming from ear to ear, you said to yourself, “I’m back. I’m beautiful again.” “You’ve always been beautiful.Even when you looked all scary,” Jason pointed out. He stood in behind you now, his blue-green eyes soft and warm as he gazed at your form in reflective surface. “Are - are you going to tell the team about this?” you gulped. “Fuck no. Why in the hell would I do that?” “Because I’m not human. Not entirely that is. And I could be a threat to you and the others.” “Babe, that doesn’t fucking matter. We’re a group of teenage vigilantes made of two power-wielding alines, the witch daughter of a demon, a green haired kid who can turn into animals, and two kids trained by a man dressed in a bat costume. I think you’ll be fine.” 

You didn’t say anything, not able to come up with something to quip back at. But a part of you was still in denial; how were you supposed to trust that something as big as this wouldn’t ruin the new life you created for yourself? Jason could see you weren’t entirely convinced. He grabbed one of your hands, gently squeezing it in his grasp as he pulled you closer to him. “Hey, we don’t have to tell them. Not today. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be at your side when you do,” he coaxed you. “You promise? Promise you’ll stay with me,” you begged. “I promise,” he whispered. He grazed his lips across your check, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. The action caused you to smile, thankful for whatever otherworldly force pulled you two together and closer than ever before. 

[dhampiravidi]

smoke HC - jason todd

Jason fears campfires/things that burn wood because smoke was the last thing he remembers noticing before he died. Joker's laugh, the bomb ticking, him painfully dragging his own broken frame across the floor—he remembers all that, but smoke was the last thing. He'd smelled his own charred flesh after the bomb went off, sending rubble raining down all around him, then smoke clawed its way into his nose & throat, suffocating him.

He smokes because it’s a reminder of his childhood/pre-death years, he’s too used to using it as a coping mechanism for stress & the fumes force him to get his head together. If he can focus, he won’t be that little dead kid again.

[kagekitsuneoflight]

Man as much as Jason Todd reuniting with his family and learning that Bruce still loves him and that he’s still a welcomed member of the family is good and delicious and all that, I feel like it’s unrealistic? And this isn’t to say that I hate it and that I never want people to write it. Those kinds of stories are so good! Stories about how love is unconditional and that your sins do not matter because love is enough to overcome it.

I just think there should be, you know. More exploration about the opposite. Conditional love. Love that was once there that is now long gone. The hearth of love and affection has burnt out to leave only ash, with not one small chunk of charred wood left to try and rekindle it left behind.

Where there was a father and son would do anything for each other and in the aftermath of the most heart wrenching tragedy both are far too different to even greet the other with genuine warmth.

Jason is not a prodigal son because he is not remorseful about what he’s done. Bruce is not the father of the nonexistent prodigal son because he has not given his son everything he asked for. Bruce is not waiting for his son to come back with open arms. His arms are crossed and his face is stone. He asks his returned son if he will repent and pay for his sins, and his son bares his teeth in response to ask if his sins outweigh his father’s failures.

Jason asks if Bruce will accept him for who he is, and Bruce tells him that he will accept him only if he can change himself into something he can agree with.

Jason and Bruce are fundamental opposites when it comes to the question, “can murder be justified?” Bruce’s answer of no and Jason’s answer of yes form the very structure of their moral code. Neither of them will budge from their answer, and how dare the other ask for them to make such a change?

And lets not ignore the fact that both of them had come at the other with the intent to maim. To break. To kill, in some scenarios. Those beatings and maimings and murder attempts are not something that can be ignored. That can be brushed aside with a simple “I love you.”

Bruce cannot trust Jason, will not trust Jason. He will not put even the barest amount of faith in his own son to just trust him. He always assumes that Jason will always be a murderer. A killer. Someone who couldn’t be trusted because Bruce could not put aside his own bias of his son, despite the fact that Jason always followed his orders the best he could. That he never wanted to betray his father once he got that small scrap of trust that broke easier than angel’s hair.

Batman views Jason as one of his biggest mistakes. His biggest failure. Someone he regretted taking in. And how can your love be unconditional to someone you deem to be your biggest regret?

Stories of unconditional can be so good. A balm to soothe and comfort. But stories of conditional love. Of love that has long since died off to never be revived are just as potent. Just as wanted and needed.

Sometimes, the prodigal son must realize that his father does not want him as he is, and he must leave to find his own place independent of his father.

Also like. Do you guys every think about how Jason was with Bruce for like. About three years, give or take a couple months? Three years as his son, and like four years estranged from him, if him being 19 is accurate.

[canonrpfinder]

23, looking for 20+ rp partner, not super picky about the rp itself, idm nsfw, and we can discuss limits and things like that more in dms. My main fandoms rn are Genshin Impact, DCU, Sonic The Hedgehog, and My Hero Academia and I rp semi-lit to lit ✌🏼

chars I usually rp are Jason Todd (DCU), Diluc Ragnvindr (Genshin) Shadow The Hedgehog (STH), Dabi (MHA) and Shinsou Hitoshi (MHA), but im open to trying others as well (:

note: i love drama and chaos and mischief <3

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[breyito]

Raze your past, forge your future

TITLE: Raze your past, forge your future AUTHOR/ARTIST: @breyito (read also on AO3) SUMMARY: When Jason first got back to Gotham and put that bomb under the Batmobile, he didn't change his mind. WORD COUNT: 1,151 FANDOM: Batman - All Media Types | Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) | Red Hood: Lost Days | Batman (Comics) RELATIONSHIPS: Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd & Damian | WayneJason Todd & Bruce Wayne TRIGGERS/WARNINGS: Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd Deserves Better, BAMF Jason Todd, Dead Joker RATING: Teen and up ADDITIONAL NOTES: Hello again! LONG time no see lmao New series, huge love for my favorite character lol Today I'm in a much better mood than usual, so you get some humor, some vengance and some fluff! (It's been such a long time since I've written fluff omg) Enjoy!

When Jason first got back to Gotham and put that bomb under the Batmobile, he came this close to changing his mind, to let all the effort he spent crawling under the chassis of that monster of a car go to waste. His fingers clenched and his fists shook and he almost threw the remote far away from him the minute he saw Batman emerging from the shadows. But, in the end, he didn't. And he thanked his lucky stars he hadn’t smashed that control to bits the moment he decided Bruce wasn’t dying tonight. 

Now, that was mainly because Joker was out of Arkham (again) and Batman and his new Robin were on the case (again). The new Dynamic Duo had just arrested him and locked him in the cage in the back of the car and...well, Jason was only human, but he recognized the signs of a heaven sent gift. He saw the perfect opportunity and took it. How could he possibly refuse this? Not only would the bomb get rid of that pest , it would also scare the cuckoo birdie to high heaven and it would drive Batman crazy . He would obsess over the bomb and how it bypassed his security, how he didn't notice anything amiss, how vulnerable his system was, how it could have ended his and his little cuckoo’s lives…but mostly, he would wonder, forever (or until Jason revealed himself) , who had done it.

He needed to create a quick distraction on their way out of the city. Jason knew the route they would take like the palm of his hand, so it wasn’t difficult to steal a bike and surpass them, to gather supplies. His info on the comings and goings of the city might not be up to par with the Bats, but he had done his homework and read up about it on his way here. And he knew exactly which happy trigger thugs were gonna help him kill the clown.

A couple of quick blown up Molotov cocktails in between those gang territories and the goons were going at it with gusto. Batman, being the meddling nosy bastard he is, had to leave the car to minimize loss of life. But he also left cuckoo-Robin behind. So Jason needed to up his game. He did this by throwing a Molotov filled with sand and dish soap directly at the Bat, so that it clung to whatever material the new uniforms were made of. 

Of course, Robin immediately jumped to his aid. The only reason he didn't barbecue the cuckoo bird too was that he wanted all the attention to be on the clown's death, and nothing else, the cuckoo-Robin was just so lucky tonight. . 

“One way ticket to Hell, coming right up.” As soon as the kid was out of range Jason activated the bomb. “Rest in pieces but never in peace.”

The Batmobile went flying sky high and the charred clown's body was expelled from the windows (as in, from several windows because the corpse was in several parts) to complete and utter silence. The whole city went deadly quiet for a whole minute. He could practically feel the disbelief everyone exuded when that fuckers head (green hair unmistakable) went thud-thud-roll until it stopped at Batman’s left boot. Not even in his dreams the outcome could have been better, it was like it had been rehearsed or some shit. 

Jason had to stay very still and very silent, swallowing up his laughter at the two heros’ faces. Then the ambulances came and the chaos re-started. Jason bolted from the apartment window he had been waiting on and onto his bike and lost himself in the crowd trying to flee the scene as to not be next (ah, gotta love the old Gotham’s instinct to go to ground and mind your own business when the Bat was on the scene and causing explosions) to one of his safe houses.

He had had four he was sure no one knew about, having set them up as an exercise in stealth and backup plans, and this was the nearest and most complete one. He plugged the ancient computer there and linked it to several proxy servers to make sure it couldn’t be traced back to this address (at least not that quickly). Reaching into his jacket, pulled several credit cards he had ‘liberated’ from assholes since he had landed in Gotham (it was instinct, alright? It’s not like any of them will actually miss the money that much) and he bought half a dozen suspicious plane tickets to several destinations for that night. Still, he cleaned up every trace of Bat related stuff in the apartment, leaving it looking like a normal space instead of a husk, just in case. By then, it was already mid morning, so he left for another one of his safe houses. He hunkered down there and sneaked his way out of Gotham into Bludhaven three days later. From there he took a train to New York, mingling with a bunch of college students. From New York he flew to England, on the periphery of a similar-looking family.  Once in England he slept for almost a day and then took another plane to Nepal and then, finally , managed to get to Nanda Parbat. And to Talia. 

Much to his surprise, he had managed to impress her. Ra's too, although the old goat wouldn’t admit it (still, Jason could feel the assessing looks the man threw his way; it always made the hair on his neck stand up). As a reward for killing Batman's ‘greatest enemy’ right under his nose and getting away with it, he got to choose his training and teachers within the League of Shadows and outside of it. 

But best of all, he got introduced to Damian and became an older brother. His murder tour went way better with a little brother to impress. He took more breaks to be able to play with his baby brother and teach him some things here and there.  Damian was an entitled little shit, but had a soft soul that he showed only to those he loved (and to animals, he just loved animals) and Jason quickly became one of those. He cherished the time spent with his new little family, and after every monstrous teacher he got rid of, he could rest and recover with them. 

Without the menacing shadow of his murderer closing in on him and the knowledge that even without his father’s love he still has worth, his time in the All-Caste was much more healing. His favorite memory turns out to be the first time he woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night to Talia singing a lullaby in Arabic and Damian on his chest, hugging him with his stuffed lion in the middle.

Life was good.

END NOTES: (Turns out *not* having your murderer roam free can do wonders for your sleep and self-esteem. Even if you had to get rid of it yourself.) (He gets re-introduced to them as Damian’s brother and Constantine's student, when some magical emergency occurs and Damian is the only one in the family with a contact he can reach immediately. Damian, who had thought his introduction to the Wayne family at the hands of his brother had made things very clear -even if Jason had been wearing full tactical gear at the time, it was so obvious- in the ‘Jason is alive’ front gets a blast out of their reactions. Jason is less amused by the tears and all the holes poked into him; but gets over it when he gets to save the Dick, the Cuckoo and the Bat using his magic and his All-Blades. He basks in the knowledge that Bruce’s disdain for magic is also bullshit and he got to *prove it* to him.) (The bomb case goes unsolved for years. Jason never brought it up cause he thought they had put 2+2 together when they got the dates of his resurrection and his methods became a *discussion*; but the truth is it didn't even occur to them. It’s hilarious in a sad sort of way and Jason feels the title of ‘greatest detective’ should be revoked, honestly.)

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it!

[vgilantee]

CHAR MY LOVE THIS IS LONG AND I'M SORRY LMFAO. this is my one fic idea/series that I really needed to tell a second person about.

So I thought of this reincarnation idea but it's treated like a curse or just a curse or spell placed on the reader

so I've been reading the ACOTAR series and was inspired to write this. To debrief you a bit about the book...In the book, everyone has a mate and sometimes the bond snaps for one while it takes longer for the other person to feel it, anyway, in this case, Azriel (the love of my life jk, a book character) has always longed for a mate and thought he finally found it with Elain (a character in the book) but he finds it in the reader and he then is so happy to start his life with her but then a sudden mishap happens and she dies, and then another couple years pass (in the series he's like 500 something but looks like he's in his twenties Imfao) and each couple years he has to relive the snap of the bond and experiences the reader to die each time, every time the reader comes back she doesn't remember him sadly and dawns a whole entirely different personality and look, whether it's on the run, homeless, happy, miserable, you name it.

I don't if I should start it with her dying at a young age and then he meets her through each phase of growing up or have that he loses her during one of the best moments of his life??? I'm going with losing her during the best moment of his life.

Anyway continuing on...so losing her wrecks him and during some years, Azriel doesn't even want to make the attempt to seek her out because he knows his time with her is very limited, like after a he keeps seeing her alive again and again, he starts to realize what's happening, anyway, sometimes his brothers are the ones to tell him that's she's passed and he doesn't have to assume so since he feels her die each time, but he slowly loses himself even more and also refuses to have children with her when she comes back into his life because he can't fathom the idea of being left with a child and then having the reader not remember who their son/daughter is.

She dies the same day on each night. different ways, I want to incorporate that she speaks her fate in the air and so each time she dies it's from something she joked about. Also as a way to make it more angsty, like she'll be a kind soul who faces death in not-so-drastic measures, rather her death is based on what she says before it happens than it being at the hands of someone else.

I have more but I'll keep the rest to myself so that it doesn't spoil the story.

so i haven't read acotar (i will eventually, but i need to reorganise my books/library before i buy any more books) so my ramble are based only on everything i've gleamed from this

so is she going to be reborn and meet him at around the same time? like she's the same age when he finds her again? or is it jason-todd-type? where she is the same being (?) as azriel where she physically looks 20s but is actually 500+. but she dies and is either necromancy-ed back to life, or because of the curse she crawls her way out of her grave? but because of her death she doesn't remember who she was (i am feral for jason digging himself out of his grave, as much as i love the lazarus pit)

oh but i love the idea that he loves her but cannot bring himself to build a life with her! and speaking her death into existance; words have powers and the idea that words are spells!

and why has she been cursed?! was it her? was it an ancestor? juicy juicy juicy