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dragonpyre · 8 months
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The Lazarus Pit is an ally
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trincketbox · 5 months
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Jason Todd as a Trans (ftm) allegory
Written by me, a trans man
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[this edit was made by me, original picture it's Dan Mora's sketch]
TW gender disphoria, (implied) transphobia.
Im not saying his story was written with this perspective in mind, Im saying *death of the author (*the reinterpretation of artistic creations by the public both as a community and aa individuals, and how this goes far beyond the creator's original message on mind) is a very real thing.
This narrative resonated with me, a trans man, and my experience as such. Maybe out there is another transmasc person who caught themselves invested in this character the same way as I, and maybe they'll read this post and be happy to found out they're not alone on these feelings.
Without further addue, let's begin.
The second Robin, and the feeling of not fitting
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Every trans person first memory of perceiving oneself as somehow different (and how) it's particular to each.
Some realize pretty young, some older. Some always have this lingering feeling of not belonging but become conscious of it later in life.
This feeling its present trough all of Jason's life. First, when he first arrives at the Manor. Later, when he starts operating as Robin. Then when Tim "replaces him", and so on.
Usually labelled as the black lamb of the family.
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Tragedy is always, first, born off love
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Jason's death and resurrection is written as a tragedy (no shit, Sherlock). But there, to be a tragedy, there has to be hope first. There has to be love.
Now, this varies from version to version, but a general consence is that Jason Todd was loved by Bruce Wayne, regardless of how much their relationship might change and twist on the future; Jason Todd was a good kid, regardless of how he might be portrayed as recless. He was a traumatized, angry kid who wanted to make things better. Who wished for bad guys to not hurt people anymore. Who wished to change the system for better, and took the matter on his own hands both as a child and as a young adult.
This
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Was a loved, brave, bold, sensitive, mischievous, smart child who would latter come back like this:
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Demanding justice, demanding damnation for al the pain he went through, demanding retaliation to the monster that set him off this world.
And all these requests fell to the ears of Bruce Wayne, Batman. The man who took him in as a scared, bold litte child that beated him in the cold of the night in the alley where his parents died. He stole his car tires, he's a child and he stole his car tires and he made Batman laugh.
That Perception doesn't change with his rise from the dead.
What changes is Bruce's view of him now.
Now, this depends on the writer, but on the start of Jason's "coming back to Gotham to fight Bruce" arc, there is the accusation of him coming back wrong.
Of him being better before
Of something being wrong with him since the start.
The implications of his physical change as wrong in comparation to his younger self.
I find Jason's body dismorphia due to The Lazarus Pit™ very interesting,but in this case Im not referring to it as a comparation with body disphoria (even through, he does get the feeling of your body changing in ways out of your control and the trauma that surrounds it).
Im talking about Bruce's view on all of this.
Luckily, if you're trans and had supportive parents, you won't know these things by first hand experience, but many, many people do.
And Jason gets it.
Jason Todd its womanhood™ coded
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This is, partially, one of th main reasons why his fanbase consists on a large part of fangirls.
Repressed rage upon the injustices you go through all your life, and once the last drop falls, said rage is weaponized. Seen as dirty, as over the top, as dangerous.
Your older self being compared to your younger self, being asked (directly or indirectly) where that sweet child™ went.
Being striped away from your body autonomy (murder, torture, resurrection against his will, whatever is going on in Batman Gotham War).
Being labeled as the most sensitive. Sometimes in a good light, sometimes not.
The burning weight of still loving parental figures that hurted you.
Topping it all, it's implied through many instances he's a feminist (yes, Im aware this is also heavily influenced by fanon interpretations of the character, but you can't deny it's still heavily implied).
All of these issues almost universal (however not exclusive) to AFAB people life experience.
There is this recognition in these wounds. "He gets it", you feel, he gets it.
He gets it in a similar way transmasc individual have an undeniable insight of these issues. He gets it in a way that feels genuine, familiar, personal.
Lastly but nor least important,
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He gives me gender™ vibes. That's it, that's the argument
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Over all, Jason Todd its a multifaceted, complex character. He's morally grey, his temperament ranging and mutating with each reinterpretation. Some core issues stick, others don't.
I do not hold the one and only right interpretation of this character.
We can al agree, nevertheless, that even through he's not canonically trans,
Jason todd would be a great trans ally, fighting by our side, in name of our rights, our pain but also our pride.
For that's what heroes do.
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floatinghanmi · 2 years
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more jason memes for my mental health
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pekejscatbed · 5 months
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Leather Jackets and Painkillers | Jason Todd & Tim Drake
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Tim Drake-centric, Trans Tim Drake, Menstruation, Tim is on his period and in PAIN, Jason takes care of him, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Tim Drake is Red Robin. Jason Todd is Red Hood, Trans character written by trans author 
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Red Robin is in the middle of tying up a pair of thugs when a particularly bad cramp hits, twisting his insides like a blender and stabbing his gut with the viciousness of Damian with his katana; he grits his teeth, willing the pain to go away, and works his nimble fingers around the cord to finish off the knot.
With the criminals now taken care of, Red Robin taps the comm link in his ear, "O, I got two thugs tied up here."
"On it, Red. Alerting police now." Oracle responds after getting the location.
Red taps his ear once more, effectively shutting off their communication, then grapples to the top of a nearby building to wait for the police just in case the goons escape, or someone comes along to cut them free. While waiting, another cramp has Red clutching at his stomach and he has to sit down on the building's roof to stop himself from swaying on his feet and falling over the edge. He groans, cursing to himself as waves of pain wash over him, and his vision flutters before he realizes what's about to happen- fuck.
Suddenly, Red Robin falls to his side, vision black as excruciating pain grabs ahold of his consciousness and knocks him out.
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Red Hood is out on patrol, surveying his territory for trouble and shooting (rubber) bullets at anyone who provides it, when he notices the collapsed figure a few buildings away, just on the outside of his territory; when he gets closer, he realizes who that figure is, red chest piece and black sleeves and leggings giving it away before Hood even sees the yellow bird head in the middle of the figures chest: Red Robin.
Muttering curses to himself, The Hood bends over and picks the other up, throwing the smaller male over his broad shoulder. With Red Robin hanging over his shoulder, Hood's arm around his thighs to keep him from slipping, Hood turns in the direction of his nearest safe house.
About halfway to his hideout, Red Hood smells the metallic odor of blood thanks to the absence of his helmet, only wearing his domino mask tonight, before he feels a wetness against his shoulder, and he curses once more. "If you got blood on my goddamn leather jacket..."
He grumbles to himself, moving faster now, obviously so he can clean his jacket sooner and definitely not because he's worried that his (brother) replacement is injured.
The pair arrive at the safe house without incident, and Hood is quick to lay Red Robin on the couch that Hood himself has laid injured on many times before. He begins to strip Red of his suit, of his crime fighting persona, starting with the mask, turning Red Robin back into Tim Drake. The cape comes off next, then the chest piece, and so on.
Tim is down to his underwear when Jason realizes the other has no injures- scratch that- no open wounds, because in this line of work? One is always injured in one way or another, Tim is no exception, but none of the youngers current injuries are bleeding, and that confuses Jason. He looks down at his jacket, which definitely has blood on the shoulder, and at his hands, that are sticky with crimson; he then goes through the difference pieces of Tim's uniform, searching for blood, when he comes across the wet spot at the crotch of his leggings- his hands pull away covered with blood, and of course he didn't see it, because Tim's leggings are black and so are his underwear, but that means-
Jason looks at Tim's chest, where identical crescent scars shape his chest, and he remembers the gender marker on Tim's file when Jason first found out he'd been replaced as Robin and went snooping, and how the F was crossed out with a M next to it, and-
Tim is on his fucking period.
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Tim wakes up in a bed he doesn't recognize, in a room he doesn't recognize, and he's not in uniform even though he remembers that being the last thing he wore, instead dressed in an oversized pair of black sweatpants and a red hoodie that engulfs the whole upper half of his body, and he knows he's seen this hoodie before...
There's a nightstand to the right of the bed with a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the surface, as well as a bottled sports drink from Tim's go-to brand. In front of the nightstand are two plastic grocery bags from a corner store native to Gotham, one filled with a variety of Tim's favorite snacks and different brands of chocolate, the other filled with pads and tampons in a multitude of sizes-
Tim slips out of the bed and quietly opens the drawers of the nightstand, snooping around for anything to tell him where he is and who lives here. The first drawer contains medical equipment, bandages and gauze and hydrogen-peroxide, etcetera. The second drawer is half filled with shirts and half filled with pants, though under the clothes lies a pocketknife and picture of... Alfred and teenage Jason?!
Tim sighs, now knowing who brought him here and where he is, or where he thinks he must be: one of Jason's hideouts. Still, that doesn't mean he's safe, as Jason has hurt him before- what if this is all just a trick, a trap? Tim slowly opens the bedroom door and tip-toes his way out of the room and around the corner, where he sees a uniform free Jason hunched over on the couch, wearing grey sweatpants and a green t-shirt and scrubbing at what looks like a leather jacket.
Jason doesn't look up as he sighs, "You owe me a new jacket, pretender."
"And I owe you a new jacket because?" Tim raises an eyebrow as he walks fully into the room, stopping a few steps away from the couch.
"Because," Jason emphasizes the word as he looks at Tim, throwing the jacket at the other, "you got blood on it."
Tim looks at the stain on the jackets shoulder.
"You do know I found you passed out on a rooftop, yeah?" Tim doesn't answer, throwing the jacket back. "What happened?"
Tim scoffs. "I think you know, considering the bags you left by the bed."
"If you're in enough pain to pass out on a fucking roof, then you shouldn't be out there in the first place."
"Don't tell me what to do!" Tim oh so cleverly fires back as another rush of pain hits him full force, and he stumbles for a second before catching himself.
"You didn't take the painkillers." Jason rolls his eyes as he stands, letting his jacket fall to the couch, and he grabs Tim's arm, dragging him back to the bedroom. "Come on."
"Let me go, asshole!" He tries to fight back, but he's in too much pain, though he's brought some comfort when he's pushed to the bed and a blanket is thrown over him, and he stays quiet when Jason hands him two of the painkillers and the glass of water, taking them without protest. However, he does ask, "Why are you doing this?"
It's now Jason's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Why are you being nice to me? Don't you care that I'm..." Tim's voice trails off.
"I don't. It's none of my businesses." Jason shrugs, picking up the bag of pads and tampons from the floor and dropping them next to Tim on the bed. "You might wanna use these. I didn't... I didn't think you'd be comfortable with me going that far, so I just put you in my sweats. You can put on something else if you bled through. Bottom drawer."
Jason walks out of the room before giving Tim any time to respond, and Tim just stares for a minute, what the fuck on the tip of his tongue, before he takes Jason's advice and grabs the bag, making his way towards the bathroom.
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brianwashere · 8 months
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Heyyyy I love your dc stories and I wanted to ask if you maybe would write one for me.
Story would be: Teen trans!male reader that is (soon to be officially) adopted by the batfam and has been with them for a while. He didn‘t tell them he was trans and Jason was going into reader‘s room for a usb stick or something like that and sees blueprints and a handmade binder reader made so he can patrol better. Reader walks in on Jason staring at the binder and almost get‘s a panic attack. That is because the adoption is to be official soon and reader is scared that they would kick him out for being trans. Jason comforts him and it turns into a heart to heart. Dick and Tim were searching for their brothers bcs patrol starts soon and they didn‘t show up in the cave. They find them in reader’s room. And then fluff just ensues.
This is SUPER self-indulgent and I would love for you to write this since I‘m awful at writing myself :)
He he ha ha. I am feeling DEVIOUS with this one >:))
I love older brother Jason sm. Btw I also got the title from “Living on the Sand” by Colter Wall. I love that album sm.
**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC**
Pairing: Batfam x trans!batbro!reader
Genre: hurt/comfort
Summary: go to req
Tw: near panic attack, kinda forced coming out(?)
Forgive me forgive me, don’t it sound more clear
Four days. Four days until you become a legal member of the family. At first, you were ok keeping being trans a secret, but the closer the official adoption day came, the more anxious you became. Sure, Bruce donated to tons of LGBTQ+ charities and several of your brothers were on the queer spectrum, but how would he feel having a son who was…different?
Would he still want to adopt you? Even worse—you knew your family’s more private lives. How you had taken on a private life. What would happen when Bruce tosses you aside when he inevitably finds out?
You were sitting in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone and eating cereal despite it being around 12:00 am.
The door to the kitchen opened and you glanced up to see Jason coming in, clad in his Red Hood suit, save for the helmet.
“Yo, loser. You got a free usb? Need it for blackmail storage.” He asked casually.
You raised your eyebrows in a ‘seriously?’ expression and swallowed the bite in your mouth.
“Yeah, it’s in my room on my desk. Next to the lamp.” You went back to scrolling through your phone. “You better buy me another one, I need it for a school project.”
Jason just gave you a thumbs up and walked out of the kitchen. When he got to your room he walked to your desk and grabbed the usb, but something akin to blueprints caught his eye and he stopped to examine them.
‘Hope he doesn’t go snooping through my room, I could have embarrassing stuff lying around.’
You thought to yourself, taking the final bite of cereal.
‘Though I don’t know what he’d find—basically everything embarrassing is hidden or put away…’
You drank the milk from your bowl and got up to put it in the sink.
‘What did I even do in my room today?’
You were hardly paying attention to whatever was on your phone screen now.
‘basically just worked on making my binder and I put that away—‘
Your heart dropped to your stomach and suddenly the cereal wasn’t sitting well with you.
‘You didn’t put it away because you weren’t done with it tonight. You didn’t put it away because you were hungry.’
You dropped your bowl and it shattered on the kitchen floor. You ran as fast as you could to your room, through the broken shards of the bowl.
You practically threw yourself up the stairs and sprinted so fast to your room you almost passed it. You caught yourself on the doorframe, panting heavily. Your feet stung so much, you dropped to your knees.
To your horror, Jason held the design for your binder in one hand and the prototype in the other. Your throat constricted suddenly and you heaved for air. Jason looked at you and he dropped the binder and blueprints in his hand. He rushed to your side.
“Hey hey hey hey. What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Deep breaths. In for four, out for four. Follow my breathing.” Your older brother placed your hand on his chest and demonstrated the breathing patterns.
You followed to the best of your ability, focusing on being able to breathe so you could talk and explain and maybe—just maybe—have a chance to not blow this.
When you could breathe relatively normally again, you immediately began to explain.
“I swear—I swear—it’s not—I don’t—I just—PLEASE DON’T KICK ME OUT! YOU’RE THE ONLY REAL FAMILY I’VE EVER KNOWN AND—” You settled for when you couldn’t explain what was found out about you.
“HEY!” Jason snapped you out of your rambling. “Who said anything about being kicked out?”
You hadn’t even realized his arm was around your shoulders but it suddenly felt comfortably heavy. You rubbed away the tears that had gathered in your eyes and looked at him.
“First off, you’re still being adopted, ok? Nothing will change that.” He started with. “Second. What you’re doing is extremely dangerous. Why are you binding unsafely?”
You looked up at him.
“I just…I couldn’t bring myself to even consider coming out to you.” You gulped heavily, looking back to the ground. Jason’s arm tightens around you comfortingly.
“I’m sorry if we ever made you feel like that. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like that.” Your older brother says sadly.
You shook your head ‘no’, leaning into him.
“It wasn’t your fault. I just didn’t have the courage…” You trail off.
“When I came out—it—“ Jason huffs a laugh. “Man—it was awful.”
You looked at him, urging him to keep going.
“Ok, so I found out I like guys and girls, right?” He was smiling now, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. “But I was all anxious to come out, ya know? I found a guy I wanted to go out with and I didn’t wanna hide it from…dad.” You didn’t ignore Jason actually calling Bruce ‘dad’.
“—and this was before Dick came out so he had like barely any idea about labels and stuff—“ Your older brother continued. “So I stand up and tell him ‘Bruce, I’m bi.’” Jason paused.
“And?” You asked.
“I have never seen someone so smart, so confused. He says—entirely seriously—‘Jason, you only speak one language.’” Jason burst out into laughter.
You laughed with him. It felt nice. You felt seen, in a way.
Time passed, you’re not sure how long. Maybe an hour? It was long enough for two of your other brothers to take notice and look for their missing brothers, ready to berate them for being late to patrol.
You and Jason were on the floor wheezing after he had showed you some meme he found.
You heard a knock on the door and saw your two older brothers peer into your room. Dick titled his head and Tim raised an eyebrow at the state of you and Jason. Them walking in sobered you up a bit from your laughing fit. You swallowed and glanced at Jason. He sat up and nodded at you encouragingly.
Dick and Tim glanced between the two of you. You stood up and cleared your throat.
“I’m—I’m trans.” You ripped the band aid off.
Dick and Tim blinked owlishly at you. Tim talked first.
“So…your pronouns are—?” Tim started.
“—he/him.” You interrupted.
Tim nodded, still seeming to process the information. Your answer seemed to only confuse Dick more. Jason made eye contact with Dick and gave him a look of “say something, asshole.” That startled Dick from his stupor.
“Dude! I’m so proud!” He said gleefully, opening his arms for a hug, which you gladly gave.
Tim gave you a side hug too.
“Does Dad know?” Dick asked.
You shook your head
“No.” You sighed.
“You probably should tell him.” Tim patted you on the back.
“But what about the adoption—“ You were cut off by Jason.
“Hey, what did I say about the adoption?” Jason scolded.
You groaned. “Yeah yeah…coming out won’t change anything…” You sighed.
Your three older brothers nodded in approval which made you roll your eyes.
“We’re proud of you.” Dick smiled and ruffled your hair. “Bruce will be too.” He added.
“Proud of what?”
You looked to the door and saw your father standing in the doorframe.
You took a deep breath and walked over to your father.
“Dad, I’m trans.” Your voice cracked and you couldn’t meet his eyes.
A large hand rested on your shoulder. You looked at Bruce.
“Well we better make sure those adoption papers are correct then.” He smiled at you.
And you smiled back.
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souptm · 7 months
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Something something Jason Todd being great representation of the trans experience something something something a grave with the wrong words to honor you something something watching your family mourn you while you're right in front of them something something drastic changes in appearance that your family has to try and reconcile who you were with who you are something something something seeing your child self as some sort of saint in comparison to you now something something a desperation to be seen as something worth loving by a parent who no longer knows you something something-
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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years
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batsons x himbo! ftm reader? readers like, really airheaded and zones out randomly as well
Batsons x Himbo ftm reader
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The reader is Damian’s age for Damian’s part in this btw
Dick Grayson
-          Dick finds you very endearing and cute, and will kiss your cheek and call you pet names to get your attention when your zoning out.
-          When you’re in public he holds your hand, so you don’t go missing when you get distracted by something.
-          Helps you to remember to take your binder off when you’ve worn it for the approved amount of time since you forget.
-          Dick himself can be kinda forgetful at times, so the two of you sometimes end up getting lost of doing something completely different than planned. Like going to get ice cream when you had planned to go to the movies.
Jason Todd
-          Jason finds it cute, but it worries him at times how oblivious you are are times and how easily you get distracted.
-          Hes had to fight off people in the past who have tried to take advantage of how kind you are.
-          He keeps an eye out for suspicious people when you go out, since he knows that in places like crime alley you would make an easy target. He lets you wear his leather jacket so people know you have a boyfriend, and it will hopefully deter people. He also lets you wear it since it helps you pass better, and it makes you feel safe.
-          He´ll text you every now and again to make sure you’ve remembered to remove your binder in time, if you’ve taken your testosterone treatment when its needed, and just to let you know he loves you.
Tim Drake
-          Tim finds your air headedness funny and cute. He makes sure it doesn’t get you into trouble thought.
-          You don’t realize if someone you’re talking too is a bad person or could be dangerous, this makes people think they can manipulate you, but what they don’t realize is you just zone out or don’t realize they’re tying you manipulate you, so they don’t get the information they’re trying to get.
-          Keeps notes in his calendar to make sure you get to your doctors’ appointments on time and get your testosterone treatment done since you tend to forget.
-          Tim has special tailored suits made for you that fit like they should make you feel great for when you go to galas or parties with him, since he runs Wayne industries. You don’t realize it, but Tim also makes sure no one disrespects you are these parties or in any news outlet.
Damian Wayne
-          Damian acts like he finds it annoying but in reality, he likes that you’re so innocent and kind.
-          Damian can be very protective of you at times. If anybody else calls you annoying or dumb, he will shoot back insults that are twice as bad as the ones they used on you. Afterwards he´d make comments about how they were dumb and didn’t know what they were talking about, in attempts to make you feel better.
-          Holds your hand most of the time. He claims its to lead you around, so you don’t get lost, but he also just likes holding your hand. His brothers tease him about it, which makes him flustered.
-          Doesn’t let anybody bully you for being you, and gifts you your first binder when you first come out. He helps you figure out your preferred name and will help you present it to your guardians if you need it.
-          I feel like Damian would get Wayne industries to start setting up support for lgbt-youth when he sees how hard it is for you to get the help you need.
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soft-for-them · 1 year
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Burrito - Jason Todd x plus size ftm reader
Summary: Jason comes back from work to find his boyfriend curled up on the sofa a bit dysphoric.
Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.
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A/N: Gif is just a random one, imagine any Jason you want. Sorry this is so short, my own dysphoria was hitting and I didn't want to write about it too much.
Jason barges through the front door of his shared flat, the sound of the TV playing the music charts filling the hallway/living room, the big light turned off with only the microwave and TV glowing light into the room.
Roy, his good friend and room mate, stands near the microwave his eyes focused on the spinning burrito that cooks, his hand hovering near the door handle to quickly pull it open a second before it dings.
His eyes stay on the food as he greets Jason.
“Hello.” Jason greets, a pause in his step as he looks around for you his boyfriend, “Where’s (y/n)?”
“Sofa.” Roy states as his eyes shoot over the long corner sofa, the microwave dinging making him swear and grab the burrito off the spinning plate, “Ow, fuck, fuck.”
Jason almost lets out a chuckle as his best friend juggles a steaming burrito in his hands but he is beat to it by the melodic sound of his lover's laughing.
“Roy you better not drop my burrito!” you half yell from you place on the sofa, you voice grumbly and sounding deeper than normal, the lingering gruffness from the fact you were happily asleep before Roy elbowed you and asked if you wanted something to eat.
Taking up the larger portion of the corner sofa, clad in the comfiest pyjamas, a stolen wonder woman hoodie of Jason’s and a pile of heavy fluffy blankets that cover all but your head, here’s to say you’re you very own burrito.
Jason rounds the sofa and see you. He smiles at the first, the sight of his hoodie on you, the hood up and covering your head making your hair messy makes him feel warm inside but then his face goes stern and worried.
Without a word he walks over to you and bends down to place a kiss on the the little bit of exposed forehead not covered by hoodie fabric or slightly sweaty hair. His kiss lingers as a hand emerges from under the many layers and blankets and cradles his face.
“How my favourite hero?” you grumble, sleepy eyes looking up to his as he peppers your face with more welcomed kisses.
“I’m *kiss* doing *kiss* great.” he says as he lowers down to kiss you more.
“Oh, I meant Batman.” you cheekily smile causing your boyfriend to stop his kisses and pout like a naughty child, “Don’t be like that Jay, you know Wonder Woman is the best.”
“Humm, correct answer.” he kisses you once more before standing back up straight.
Jason pause and looks at you for a moment, something seeming off about you. Normally you’d hit back with a reply like ‘but Batman is the second best’ either that or you’d pull him down to kiss more but you don’t.
“You feeling alright?” he asks.
“Just a bit off.”
Off.
That only means one thing, you’re feeling so dysphoric that you just want to be swallowed up by the ground until you feel better.
The blankets around you are a protective shield from prying eyes, even if it’s just him and Roy there to see you, and even then his or Roy’s eyes aren’t prying at all. Normally you’d be outside on your day off seeing friends, going to cafes, having fun but now you’re just zooning out as another pop song plays on the telly.
“Do you want to talk about it or do you just want a hug?” Jason asks as Roy places a plated burrito on the coffee table followed by him flopping down in an armchair watching the charts.
“Cuddle.” you answer.
Despite still wear parts of his hero costume, sans the bulky stuff like his helmet, armour or boots, Jason plonks himself on top on you, his wide body sliding down the side of you and the sofa. You unravel your cocoon of blankets so he can wrap his strong arms around your soft middle, his chin resting on top of your head.
You fling your layers of blankets over him, engulfing him into the blanket burrito.
You’ll be ok, with Jason there you know you will, but just for now you’ll stay wrapped up warm inside where you feel safe and unseen.
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vampkillr · 2 years
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Witness — Jason Todd
gn! reader — 360 words — angst — another short i'm so sorry — jason getting kidnapped
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There was nothing I could do aside from watch. Watch as he changed. Going from hopeful to hopeless. Watching every day how the life progressively seemed to fade from his glassy eyes. How his body became so broken apart that he no longer looked real. That's when I knew I couldn't just wait for Bruce. I couldn't sit and wait as all efforts ended fruitless. When I looked at him and caught my brain protecting itself, caught myself unable to process that the body on the screen wasn't rubber or plastic. So I looked for him. And I looked everywhere. Yet still I found nothing. No clue, no Joker, and no body. Weeks went by and the videos stopped. After six months of consistent updates, they all vanished. So either I was getting close, or he was dead. The feeling that thought brought me was something I couldn't process. It had been ten days since the last disc.
Today, though. Today was different. On my doorstep, a familiar square envelope laid perfectly in front of the door. I was calling Bruce before I could even realize what I was doing. Everything before it was a blur, really. My eyes were out of focus. I couldn't concentrate enough to have a coherent thought. The next thing I knew we were in the basement, watching again. My vision was clear, scanning every single detail of the room. The way Joker walked around my nearly-dismantled boyfriend. I could feel the acid of my stomach creeping up my throat. A clear shot rang just once. The power of the bullet having thrown him a few feet from where he originally sat. I watched as he choked on his own blood. Watched as his gasps turned into gurgles and slowly, painfully, nothing at all. It felt like time stopped with the last rise of his chest. Like, somehow the stillness of his body made the world stop turning. Everything seemed to disappear. The future, my happiness— shock wasn't present in my veins. It was like I had been gutted. And all I had been able to do was sit there as his life ended.
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in light of our girlboss popping her pussy too loudly, @nymphoheretic, she has inspired me
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dragonpyre · 1 year
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Jason Todd is ftm and the Lazarus Pit is an ally
(redraw of this) Part 2
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capricornafterdark · 5 months
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Jason and reader having period sex! Or him eating them out on their period??? Idk I just feel like he'd be into that
Pairing: Jason Todd x Gender Neutral AFAB reader
You had hoped the cramping was just nerves, but when you see the telltale stains in your underwear, you want to scream. The two of you had been trying to arrange a longer hook-up for weeks, but your 9-to-5 and Jason's erratic night shifts doing god-knows-what don't offer much room for anything more than a quickie - and now, not even five minutes into kissing, Auntie Flo shows up?!
"Fuck's sake." You grumble, cleaning up as best you can. When you stalk out of the bathroom, you head straight for your backpack, scowling - but before you can bend over to snag a tampon from it, strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back against a warm chest. "What's wrong, darlin'? With a face like that, all you're missing is a literal storm cloud over your head."
You take a deep breath, trying not to stiffen. "Babe, it's apparently shark week."
He pauses, then looks down at you, puzzled. "Okay, and? Do you need a Midol or something, or…?"
He can't be this dense, can he? Exasperated, you explain, "...and so I'm guessing that sex is off - most guys I've been with get too grossed out by this kind of thing."
Goddamn it. You can feel yourself starting to tear up, and swipe a hand over your eyes. "Fuck, Jay, I'm sorry, it's just -"
"Hey, hey - you've got nothin' to apologize for." He only holds you closer, one hand ruffling your hair. "For the record, no pressure either way, but I'm not 'most guys'. Sex is absolutely on, 's long as you want it, too."
"...You sure?" You ask, biting your lip.
"With you? Always."
"In that case, before I overthink this -"
The hand in your hair grabs on and gently pulls, turning your face up to his, so he can cut you off with a slow, sensual kiss. He traces over your lips with his tongue, occasionally licking into your mouth and twining it with yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you relax against his chest, letting your head fall back so he can nip at your neck. One hand trails down your torso to brace your hip as he grinds against your ass, already half hard. After one particularly hard bite, you hiss while he sucks a bruise into the hollow near your collarbone; even as he coos into your flesh, the hand on your hip dips below your waistband. Two fingers work their way into your folds, his thumb circling your clit in time with the roll of his hips.
You feel yourself getting wetter and let out a whimper, only to have him let go of your hair and stop mouthing at your shoulder. He withdraws from your hole, and you whine at the loss of sensation - but that turns into a yelp when he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and your eyes snap open.
Before you know it, he's laying you out on the bed and unbuttoning your jeans with singular focus, jaw set. His shoulders are tense and his head bowed to the point where his bangs prevent you from meeting his gaze. Concerned, you place a hand over his. "Hey, you okay, babe?"
He pauses, shuddering. "Yeah, just…I have a thing about blood."
"We don't have to do this, you know I don't want to trigger you -"
He looks up to face you. The feral, hungry grin on his face stops you cold, his eyes burning acid green. "Not a bad thing, darlin' - just A Thing...do you want me to stop, or can I get a taste?"
"Oh. You mean…" Your body shivers in sudden understanding, but your mind takes a minute to catch up. He waits for your answer like a jaguar, coiled and ready to spring, only the tightness around his eyes betraying how nervous he is. Mistaking your pause for disinterest, he sighs. "[Your name], 's okay if you say no. We haven't talked about kink besides limits, I won't be mad or anythin'."
You lean forward to cup his cheeks, feeling yourself blush. "Just needed time to process, Jay; I'm not saying no. If anything, I'd like to talk about this some more - right after you devour me. Think you can manage that, stud?"
He smirks, shaking off your hands. "Baby, this isn't a chore or a job, it's a goddamned delight. I'll do more than just 'manage'."
The second your jeans are off, his mouth is on you, tongue nudging into every crevice to lave and suck at you. His fingers tug at your clit, rolling, squeezing, and stroking - by the time he's licking your walls, he's already got you mewling out nonsense. He's constantly changing rhythm and technique, never letting you settle enough to find words until he fucks his tongue right against your sweet spot. "Oh my god, fuck - Jason, I -"
You try to pull away but his free hand clamps down on you, slamming your hips back against the mattress, blunt nails digging into your skin. He looks up at you, eyes glassy and still bright green, growling "Mine" into your cunt loud enough that you can understand him. Instinctively, you buck against his face, whimpering, "yes, yours, all yours" and he all but purrs. Swapping his mouth for three fingers, he rams your g-spot in a frantic rhythm, capturing your clit in his mouth to suckle at it. His tongue traces over your bud in short flicks, and the roll of your hips becomes jerkier.
Still staring you dead in the eye, he tongues the sensitive underside of your pearl while somehow sucking harder, in time with the thrust of his fingers - and fuck, it's happening, warmth flooding your abdomen as you clench around him with a yell. He moans around your already sensitive clit, grinding against the mattress while he fucks you through your climax until you both go limp.
When your breathing steadies, you reach down to pat his head. "You okay, down there?"
He raises a thumbs up. "Never better."
"Did you cum, or do you want me to…?"
He snorts. "In my pants, like a fuckin' teenager. You down for Round 2, later?"
"With you? Always."
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trincketbox · 27 days
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Jason Todd ♥️⚰️
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Listen, hairy Jason™ it's real TO ME.
Here's a silly pic of the silly war criminal boy
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jasontoddssuper · 8 months
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The way Jason started crushing on Percy is that they were on a mission gathering intel and had to book it so they wouldn't get caught so she threw him over her shoulder with her combined demigod and kryptonian super strength(blame Lex for the second one)and Jason's tank ass who's not used to being carried around got a lil flushed emoji
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pekejscatbed · 2 months
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I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally
info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put
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I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.
So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.
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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).
The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.
Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.
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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.
"You're drooling, Walls."
Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."
"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."
"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.
Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.
"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.
Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"
Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.
As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.
"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.
"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"
Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.
"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.
Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"
Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.
"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.
He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.
"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.
"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?
Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."
"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."
Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.
When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-
Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.
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queeraliensposts · 10 months
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Should I keep teasing my OC who has a complicated and angst-filled romantic plot line with everyone's favorite Anti-hero Jason Todd until I have all of Tumblr begging me to tell them about the man or should I just tell you guys about him here and now ... Tough choice.
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