#j/ason t/odd

[sleptwithinthesun]

Tim anon here! Maybe he’s dealing with hayfever while he’s trying to patrol? Also very happy to read whatever you have already going !

HI SORRY I DUCKED OUT FOR TWO MONTHS I WAS. OCCUPIED

and yes ofc!! please forgive me if this is poor in quality; i haven't written any snz content in three months now sO im out of practice and i was falling asleep while i wrote this. here's 1.3K of sneezy t/im and annoyed but caring j/ason :D

(if you're still looking for whatever stories i have for d/c, you can look at my fic masterlist and check out the t/imber college au!!)

Tim always was a stubborn little son of a bitch, Jason'll give him that. And, out of every villain Red Robin had fought, he'd know that best; he'd tried to kill the Replacement enough times to say he's almost like a cockroach, refusing to die no matter what Jason did.

It shouldn't be surprising, then, for Jason to find Tim on patrol, crouching silently on a rooftop. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be an issue, except for the fact that the pollen's the highest it's been thus far, and Timmy has some of the worst pollen allergies Jason's ever seen.

"What're you doing out here, Red?"

His voice comes out low and distorted with fuzz, the warping effect of the modulator in his helmet. He alights next to Red Robin with little more than a soft crunch of his boots on the rooftop. It takes him a moment too long to react and look at him, and just by observing Tim's posture, Jason can tell he's not doing well. There's a slump to his shoulders, a slight tremor in his hands as he holds his bō out defensively. He relaxes the moment he clocks Jason, though, stumbling forward into the elder's arms.

"Woah, hey..." Jason trails off, catching the younger vigilante in a hug. Caught off-guard, he's unsure what to do, unsure what's going on. He'd expected to have to drag Tim back to his safehouse and then stuff him with antihistamines, but it seems like he's already giving up.

"Hood," Tim mumbles, his voice thick with congestion.

"Why're you out here?" Jason rephrases, and Tim clutches tighter to the sides of Jason's leather jacket.

Tim's breath hitches as his inhales, and it takes him a second to regain control. "Badtmband," he replies, nearly incomprehensibly.

"B sent you on patrol?" translates Jason.

He nods, wordless, then shudders with a quick series of sneezes. Tim's worryingly careful to avoid the leather, crushing a gloved fist against his nose and squeezing his eyes shut beneath the mask. "ngxt! n'xtt! h'ngt-tt! hih... hh'ngXxt!"

"Bless you, Red, jeez."

"Thaggs." Tim sniffles, blinking slowly, like he's barely staying awake. Jason casts a glance around the area, making sure there's no one near the two of them. Tim's in a dangerous position now, and while Jason's more than capable of knocking a couple of heads, he's not in the mood to deal with anyone tonight when Tim's already vulnerable. Moreover, how the hell could Bruce think it was a good idea to send Tim out on patrol tonight? Just look at him.

He makes an executive call. Tapping on the comm at his ear, Jason only halfway tunes into Dick's conversation with Damian, shamelessly interrupting to say, "You're going to want to cover the East end of the city, I'm taking the Replacement home for the night."

"Hood, wha—"

"I'll rip o—"

Turning off the comm amid Dick's confusion and the threat Damian was about to level, Jason then shifts his attention to Tim. He's small enough to carry, still, and Jason doesn't really see another way out of the situation they're currently in. Tim's simply too exhausted to move of his own accord, and if Jason weren't already so worried about exactly why that is, he'd be paying attention to the fact that B, despite having access to their medical files, chose to send Tim out tonight when Stephanie's in town as well as Cass.

Jason's gentle with Tim as he pulls him upright. "Red? Hey, c'mon, we're going home."

"Mm, ndo," Tim mutters. "Godda padtrol."

Jason scoffs. "You're barely functioning."

"I'mb fide."

"No, you're not. Look, Red," says Jason, hoisting Tim onto his back. He manages to grab on, helping Jason out the tiniest bit. "I dunno why the fuck B sent you out tonight, but that was a mistake."

Tim gives a wordless groan against Jason's back, one that could either be a protest or a resigned acceptance, before turning his neck to sneeze into his shoulder. "gk'tt! ng'xXt! h'kff!" He doesn't quite manage to stifle the last one, muffling it instead.

"Bless you."

"Nng."

"Hood?"

He startles. "Fuck, Oracle, don't just start talking in my ear."

"This is important. Red dropped off the comms ten minutes before you showed up. GPS was working, audio and camera were working, but Red just... stopped talking."

"Yeah, he's still not doing well. What's going on?"

He can hear the tapping of Barbara's keyboard over the line, underneath his breaths and the whirring of his grapple gun. "Red's working on a case."

"He told me Batman sent him on patrol. Bless you, Red."

"I try to stay out of their personal business. All I know is that Red was trying to get evidence for a case when he went out."

Jason sighs. "Alright. Thank you, O."

"Anytime, Hood. Get him inside."

"Already on it." He lands on the roof to his safehouse the second Oracle clicks off the comm, using the door to get Tim somewhere that he can lie down. The second he pulls the Red Robin cowl off of Tim's face, it becomes obvious just how allergically miserable he is; his nose is red and there's a thin sheen of moisture on his upper lip. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, his lips slightly parted to take in shallow breaths as his chest rises and falls with increasing rapidity.

Jason hurries over to the kitchen. "Hang on for eight seconds, Red," he calls over his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of Kleenex and then rushing back to the living room and thrusting them to Tim's face.

His reaction is immediate. Tim practically snatches the tissues from his hand, cupping his hands around his mouth and sneezing harshly into the tissues while still trying to remain as quiet as possible. "h'hH'hGXT! nGT! gxt-xxt-xtt!"

"Bless—"

"k'shtt! h'xt'shu!"

"Christ," Jason whispers. "Bruce let you out like this?"

Tim blows his nose softly, unproductively. "More like he ordered me oudt like this."

Well, Bruce always was a sadistic dick. "Elaborate."

Tim sighs, like the effort of telling Jason is too much for him. "I'm on like, seventeen Benadryl. Enough to see The Hat Man."

"That... is not what I wanted to hear."

Jason blinks at Tim. With the new information, Tim's current behavior makes a lot of sense. The exhaustion, the inability to focus, the lack of filter. Ordinarily, Tim wouldn't dare to call direct blame to Bruce, would smooth things over with his words to bring attention to his own poor decisions, because that's what Tim does.

But, apparently, Tim-on-seventeen-Benadryl doesn't.

He sighs. "I fucked up a case. I'm tired, I'm not thinking, I'm sneezing every six seconds. Obviously, I fucked up a case."

"How does that result in Bruce forcibly sending you on patrol?" demands Jason.

"He got mad that I fucked up the case, duh," Tim says. He lazily presses his elbow to his face and sneezes again. "h'Hhh! hk'sh! kshh! ng'tshh! ish! huhh..."

When he brings his arm down again, there's a small bit of mess running down his upper lip. Jason sighs inwardly at the thought of having to clean him up; Tim might not be close with him, but Jason does still consider him to be his brother. He feels a sense of responsibility toward him, especially when he's... fragile like this.

"And so, as punishment, he sent you out on patrol while you can't even see your own feet in front of you," summarizes Jason, using another tissue to wipe Tim's face. Tim nods, head lolling to rest against the back of the couch.

"Yep."

"Don't sneeze on me," Jason warns.

Tim just sighs.

"Alright. Fuck, the old man really is a prick." Tim only nods and sniffles again. "Just... sleep off the Benadryl, okay? We'll settle this in the morning."

"I'll say hi to The Hat Man for you," Tim slurs, already half asleep.

Jason closes his eyes for the solid four seconds he needs to regain his sanity. "Yeah, Tim. You do that."

[boywonderasnf]

OKOK HEREA WE GO

before i begin Insane TED-Talk of The Day, im gonna preface that i love this take so much, but my brain does things more than one way. but both is v good!!!

anyways mb bout the rant and dont come for me if anything is incorrect or wtv. erm also i mostly focus on the main 4 batboys so pls dont be upset i didn't mention the other kids💀

ANYWAYS as the post said:

"Bruce Wayne is a dad in many different ways and for many different reasons, but chief among them is his ability to know that one of his kids is sick just by looking at them or hearing them breathe.

He can diagnose a fever with just the back of his (gloved!) hand on their forehead. He knows when they’re about to be dizzy before it even happens. He is A Dad."

OKAY NOW BUT WAIT WHAT IF HE ISNT THO LIKE MAYBE WHEN THEYRE YOUNGER BUT AROUND THEIR TEEN YEARS? ESPECIALLY DICK, WHO TURNED THIS INTO LITERALLY HIDING ILLNESS JUST SO HE COULD STILL WORK FOR BRUCE AND "NOT DISAPPOINT HIM" ??

DICK, WHO WORKS HIS ASS OFF 24/7 AND IS ALWAYS ON EVERYONE ELSES ASS SO THEY TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES ??

CONSISTENTLY DICK HAS TRIED TO GET AWAY FROM BRUCE'S TEACHINGS AND (even though Bruce probably didnt mean for it to be unknown,) ALWAYS MAKE IT KNOWN THAT ITS OKAY TO TAKE BREAKS AND CARE FOR YOURSELF

RAUGHHH AND ON TOP OF THAT, HIS EFFORTS ARE JUST SLIGHTLY LESS THAN USELESS (slowly getting better, but still) BECAUSE HIS SIBLINGS WERE ALL STILL WITH BRUCE AND SO IT GOT INSTILLED INTO THEM TO HIDE ILLNESS AS WELL IM GOING INSANE

JASON NEVER GOES TO BRUCE FOR ANYTHING AND ALMOST NEVER GOES TO ANYBODY ELSE OR ASKS FOR HELP (for many reasons, but still)

SAME WITH FUCKIN TIMBO! KID DOESNT HAVE A SHRED OF KNOWLEDGE FOR SELF CARE IN HIS BODY

Damian was already just like that, but hes also Dick's chance to help Dami unlearn all of those behaviors the others (including himself still bc hes a giant hypocrite) couldnt unlearn. Damian is still young enough to unlearn them quicker than the others can

and listen, this may all be stemming from me wanting the ultimate hurt/comfort with this shit, Bruce not noticing one of the (18+) kids is sick and all the other siblings jump to help care for and defend that one ill person.

cause its nice. you get the hurt from Bruce being oblivious and get to use the line "worlds greatest detective my ass".

and then you get the comfort of family caring for each other/significant other caring for sad and sick batkid whos upset that Bruce didn't notice.

yeah shut up ive read a fic like this before, and yeah it was fucking fantastic actually, but still this is true regardless!!!

anywasy, again please do not come for me if this all sounds dumb as fuck and is completely incorrect for some reason, im superstoned and autistic and this is what my brain decided to fuck around with tonight.

[klauswalz]

Morally white anti hero male characters have some of the most annoying fans

[hoodedmenace]

👊 to beat the shit out of j/ason/t/odd 🔪 to be beat the shit out of r/ed/h/ood

[littlejumpydogheart]

tagged by @symptomofloves to spell my url w song titles ty💖 whew I have a long one!

L es Fleurs - Minnie Ripperton

I tapua - Caetano Veloso

T ownie - Mitski

T he Flag is Raised - Bladee, Ecco2k

L oonatic - LOONA / ODD EYE CIRCLE

E arly Summer - Ryo Fukui

J ason - Perfume Genius

U knowhowwedu - Bahamadia

M istério do Planeta - Novos Baianos

P in - Grimes

Y oung Nation - Aaliyah

D iplomat’s Son - Vampire Weekend

O ghneya - Ferkat Al Ard

G óðan daginn - Sigur Rós

H uman Behaviour - Björk

E n pleine face - Harmonium

A erodynamic - Daft Punk

R hymes like Dimes - MF DOOM

T ouch - Bright Eyes

[lunaeloves]

updated my byf to include my spice tag which is: 🍓spicy🍓

plz blacklist if ur uncomfy babes!!

[chaomagicae]

Muses i’m for sure moving over to @shatteredfears ;

James G/ordon J/areth S/arah W/illiams Pamela I/sley Ha/rleen Q/uinzel J/ason T/odd H/arvey D/ent S/elina K/yle

[vagasbonds]

@failrobin​​​ said :   failrobin 👀    ↳ SEND ME YOUR URL AND I’LL PUT YOU ON BLAST ! / accepting.

My Opinion on;

Character in general: j/ason t/odd...... our absolute adored gremlin of a man. he is such a complex character that is so fun to experiment with in a lot of different narratives! he’s definitely my second favorite robi/n ( don’t tell him )

How they play them: noct puts so much fun , dedication , and love into jason. anywhere i see them write him it’s always so distinct and characteristic of their portrayal as well as very much in character. the wonderful exploration of him as both a serious character as well as just ... a guy that never truly got to be a kid is just so refreshing to see! overall they write jason SO SO well!

The Mun: i met noct in a very hard time in my life and they helped light everything up! i absolutely adore all the silly little au’s we come up with and the fun conversations we have about our muses + just things we love in general. they’re SUCH a kind and talented person that i can’t wait to see flourish in the world!!!! i definitely consider them a close friend and one of the best people i know <3 kylet/on , spuad , & ghost squad for life.

Do I:

RP with them: yes!!

Want to RP with them: OF COURSE. ALWAYS

What is my;

Overall Opinion: overall i would follow noct to any muse they write regardless of knowing them previously or not simply because they’re such a delight and anything they write is BOUND to be loveable (derogatory) or loveable (endearing) <3

[hopesburned]

my name is stevie and this is essentially a j/ason t/odd simping blog

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations - How to Crack the Code

Now that Season Three of A Series of Unfortunate Events has aired, I feel it’s about time to finally tell y’all the Code from The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations- for those of you who can’t get the book, haven’t read it yet, can’t figure out the code, or who just don’t wanna spend time finding it out yourselves. 

On page 188 of The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations, the key to cracking a code sprinkled throughout the book is provided: 

WARNING → THERE IS A SECRET MESSAGE IN THIS BOOK

You may have noticed a cross-referencing technique that appears throughout these pages, looking as such: (See: Notorious Researchers, pg. 30). This device is a helpful way to direct readers to relevant information that can be found elsewhere in a text. 

It is also a handy way to send a secret message. 

Every librarian knows that books contain secrets, and hiding a secret message in the pages of a book is a frequent VFD tactic. Volunteers who cleverly cross-reference will discover the message, while their enemies, who rarely finish a book, remain unaware. 

If you have read this far, you may be wondering how to discover this message yourself. First read the book carefully, making note of any parentheticals shaded an unusual hue. This is no printer error; it is a key informing you that part of the message can be found on the suggested page. Follow the references and locate the letters colored a corresponding hue. These letters are scrambled, not unlike an anagram. Once you have unscrambled the word, write it on the color-coded line of this telegram. Completing the telegram will reveal the answer to a question that has stumped philosophers, police inspectors, and even Lemony Snicket: 

What comes after the end of The End? 

Next to this description is a photo of a telegram, which is fourteen words long: 

___ ____ __ _______ 

____ ___ __ _____ 

____ ____ _____

__ _____ _____

And, indeed, each word is underlined in a different color. 

Now... onto cracking the code.

As referenced, there are occasional cross-references in the text. And sometimes, the See: is in the color you need to look for. 

If you follow each See to its corresponding page, you’ll find letters scattered across the text that are in the color you need to find. These letters make up each word. 

Word-by-word, let’s see what we can find: 

The first word, in dark purple, is on page 133: The Reptile Room. To be honest, this is the hardest word to find: the dark color is very close to the color of the actual text. There are three letters here, in the following sentences: 

You always want to do something new, but at the same time, I wanted to see if there were clues I could integrate into the design. 

This flips it so the priority is the reptiles, and his own living space is sort of diminutive. 

And in “The Reptile Room,” [Monty]’s delighted to share his world with these kids. 

otw

The second word is on page 99: Toupees for Toddles, in an orange-ish color. There are four letters, which can be found in the following sentences: 

“Well, we can’t put a wig on a baby.” 

It’s one of the oddest things I’ve ever done in my career, applying a little wig on a baby. 

When we started the second season, Presley had grown her hair long enough that we could actually create the ponytail with here own hair, which was a relief. 

ests 

The third word, in a hot pink, is on page 130: Mr Poe’s Office. There are only two letters, which can be found in the following sentences: 

It can be goofy, but it’s never goofy-stupid. 

He’s the guy that’s literally standing between Olaf and the Baudelaire fortune. 

of

The fourth word, on page 110: How to Dress for a Masked Ball, in a gray-blue color, can be found in the following sentences, with seven letters: 

The flashback that opens “The Carnivorous Carnival” is set at a Venetian-style masked ball, where masks conceal a number of familiar faces. Cynthia Summers designed each mask with the character in mind, including Dr Orwell’s “eyeglasses,” a Medusa-inspired snake mask for Uncle Monty, and theatrical comedy/tragedy masks for the Snicket Brothers. (Jacques wears the comedy mask, while Lemony, of course, is tragedy.) The ball also marks the first on-screen appearance of the mysterious Beatrice, described in the script as “a beautiful woman dressed as a dragonfly.” 

eidnrsf

The fifth word, four letters long, is on page 45: Olivia Caliban/Madame Lulu, is in gray: 

A dangling thread from Season One was a certain book on secret organizations discovered by Justice Strauss - a book whose title will be familiar to anyone reading this. 

Still, they liked the idea of a character finding The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations and having the book change your life, as it will no doubt change yours. 

While the book’s version of Olivia is a veteran agent of dubious morality, the show reinvents her as a noble school librarian struggling against institutional corruption. 

There, disguised as Madame Lulu, she fulfills her mission of passing the book to the Baudelaires - and sacrifices herself at the lion pit to save their lives. 

jtsu 

The sixth word, colored light orange, is on page 109: How to Dress for a Career in Food Service. The three letters can be found here: 

Author Daniel Handler explains that the VFD agents we meed in the show are the types of people whom children notice by adults overlook. 

You’re going to notice things that are invisible to the adults talking over your head. 

Take a good look at the restaurant’s terrifying logo. 

uto

On page 141: The Miserable Mill is the seventh word, in two red letters: 

“The Wide Window” left us with no more stage space, so it forced us to shoot the mill at a real location, an old dock building which we then tried to make look like a stage. 

Klaus comes back from the eye doctor, but he isn’t quite himself. 

fo

The eighth word is on page 97: The Real Sugar Bowl. There are five light purple letters: 

According to Esme, it was stolen from her by Beatrice, and according to Olivia, it may have been the reason for the VFD schism. It’s not the first sugar bowl to play a vital role in a work of classic literature (interested parties may seek out We Have Always Lived in The Castle at their local library), but Daniel Handler muses on another possible inspiration: “There a whole sugar scene in the movie Midnight (See: Snicket, Jacques, pg 44) that must have seeped into me when I was a child. Somehow I think that was one of the sugar bowls of literature that ended up sneaking in.” 

The existence of four identical sugar bowl [props] may be of interest to Esme Squalor, or at least her actress, Lucy Punch, who requested to keep one when the series wrapped. “My character was so desperate for it,” says Punch. “It seemed appropriate.” 

eahrc

The ninth word, in blue, is on page 172: The Carnivorous Carnival. There are four letters: 

There’s literally no program you can watch that’s any wierce. 

The aesthetic of carnivals and circuses is naturally creepy and absurd to begin with. And then you add the overlay of our material, where everything is filtered  through the Baudelaires, so the sets are designed to be seen as if you’re a vulnerable child glimpsing this horrible world and trying to maintain hope. 

Count Olaf arrives at Caligari Carnival, where he hopes the fortune-teller can help him. 

wlli

The tenth word is on page 89: The Many Faces of Barry Sonnenfeld. There are four green letters: 

and in “The Vile Village,” he’s the fire chief posing with his Dalmatian int he firehouse-turned-saloon. 

A common ancestor to our series’ interconnected families? 

Barry birthday is April Fool’s Day, and for his birthday, I decided to knock off a painting with him in it. 

We’re shooting the Hotel Denouement right now, and the whole hotel isi based on the Dewey Decimal System, and each floor is a different subject. 

eetm

On page 64-65: The Sinister Songs, you can find five magenta letters for the eleventh word: 

“I was a huge fan of the books in my twenties, and I  was also a huge fan of Barry Sonnenfeld, so to see those two come together and actually be a part of it was unreal.” 

Count Olaf introduces himself to the Baudelaires with this song and dance - ignoring the fact he’s already met them. Handlers says, “Singing is perfect for Count Olaf because he imagines himself so wonderful.” 

All of the dance numbers were choreographed by Paul Becker, who pulled double duty in the first half of “The Carnivorous Carnival”.

She’s had quite an exciting / Time on the road

agina

On page 24: Violet the Inventor, there are two gray letters for the twelfth word: 

But now those inventions, like the Baudelaire mansion itself, are gone. 

She promised her parents she would always look after them, and while Count Olaf’s schemes have put that promise to the test, Violet’s managed to stand strong in even the most unfortunate situation. 

on

Pages 116-117: Deciphering Code: Using the Dials of the Spyglass, has five purple letters for the thirteenth word: 

As a volunteer, you already know why and when the spyglass was created (See: Motion Picture, Pg 10) but we will briefly recap its history here.

A permanent mark has its advantages, since even the most absent-minded member rarely leave the house without their ankle (See: Peg Leg, pg 86), but it has its drawbacks too, particularly if the organization undergoes a schism, so that the same symbol that once stood for comradery and literacy suddenly represents treachery and pyromania now that it is inscribed on the ankles of your enemies. 

But just as a movie might be more than a movie, a spyglass can be more than a spyglass. 

Critics called these films terrible, which was the point: Sebald wanted to ensure that no one would want to see them besides other volunteers, who would be more interested in their secret messages than their artistic value. 

The cinema’s projectionist assigns the film a production code made up of a unique combination of numbers and symbols. 

riynb

The fourteenth and final word can be found on page 32: Who is Lemony Snicket? There are five pale green letters: 

He is currently investigating the lives of the Baudelaire orphans,  though his reason for doing so is unknown, as are his whereabouts. 

Mr. Snicket can be identified by his dry wit, his tailored suits, and his ankle tattoo, as well as his tendency to launch into wordy monologues containing Very Frequent Definitions. 

But when developing the series for Netflix, Barry Sonnenfeld and Daniel Handler independently felt that their Snicket should be seen as well as heard. 

And they both independently thought of Patrick Warburton, a frequent Sonnenfeld collaborator whom Handler had loved in a little-seen film called The Woman Chaser. Volunteers who track it down will note that it features Warburton speaking to the camera in a suit and a deadpan style that one might call Serlinig-esque - or Snicket-esque. 

haebc

The Code

So now we have all the words:  

otw ests of eidnrsf 

jtsu uto fo eahrc 

wlli eemt agina 

on riynb haebc  

Which do not take a long time to unscramble... 

What comes after the end of The End? 

Well, it turns out... the code is a couplet... 

Two sets of friends, just out of reach 

Will meet again on Briny Beach.

[sleptwithinthesun]

🌦💟❣️🤧 any combination, all, some, one, wherever your inspiration takes you!

reveal of how fUCKING LONG it takes to me to write a fic lmao. this is yet another d/c fic, because why not. t/im d/rake, of course, along with some j/ason t/odd. 1.5K words of angst and (mostly) fluff. tysm for the prompt, i love you for sending it, and i’m so sorry about the issues with posting this 

tw: brief mentions of blood (skip "Tim?" and start again at "Why're you so..." if that's triggering for you) and injuries

There’s a small puddle of water on the floor next to a closed window when Jason enters his safehouse, with wet tracks leading from it to the bathroom, where the light inside is shining under the door. Jason wouldn’t say that it’s unusual to come back to a scene similar to this, but he will admit to himself that it’s starting to happening with a concerning frequency. 

“Tim?” he calls, stripping off his leather jacket to hang in on the hook by the door. He’s still in the Kevlar-padded canvas pants and Kevlar vest Batman had insisted on, the Red Hood helmet tucked casually under his arm. “Please tell me you’re not bleeding out on my tiles again.” 

Jason grins as something clatters to the ground and Tim swears. “That was one time!” he replies, “and frankly, it was impressive that I managed to get here in the first place.” 

“Yeah, except you left a trail of blood from the window to the bathroom. Looked like a murder scene in here for days until I could get the stains out.” He finishes unclasping the straps on his boots, placing them and his helmet in the storage closet just off the bathroom before moving to look at his brother’s entry point. “At least you closed the window this time.” 

“Bleeding. Out.” 

“Why’re you so wet anyway?” 

“It’s, uh, a bit drizzly outside.” 

Jason eyes the puddle of water and following trail with skepticism. “Are you sure about that, Timbo?” 

“We might’ve had a flash flood warning,” he amends, although that barely means anything to those in Gotham. There’s some shuffling from the other side of the door, and Jason can hear his cabinets opening and closing. Tim emerges a second later, dressed in the spare set of clothes he keeps at Jason’s, and the elder sucks in a quick breath once he actually registers the full extent of the kid’s injuries. 

Tim’s usually pretty good at taking care of himself in a fight, but whatever happened today must have tested his limits. He’s limping slightly, left ankle wrapped, with gauze rolled around his left bicep as well. There’s already a bit of blood leaking through, though, and he’s got a good collection of cuts on the lower part of his face as well as an already-purpling black eye. “Holy shit, Tim, what happened?” 

His brother nearly trips trying to get over to him, and Jason’s not shy about grabbing Tim’s arms to support him. “Mm… wasn’t too bad, just— agh, watch the ribs, please —the League causing issues. Dozen of them ambushed me; got thrown through a window and slipped during a grapple since one of them cut my line. Would’ve landed it, ’s just that the rooftops were slippery.” 

“You’re getting sick, too,” Jason says. It’s not a question, the tone deliberate as to not accuse Tim but not giving him room to deny it either. He can already hear the hints of congestion in the kid’s voice, and while Tim’d try to attribute the gentle swelling of his sinuses to the shiner, Jason can tell what it really is. “Get on the couch.” 

“Thanks,” Tim says, settling down and rubbing at a point just under his eye. “Uh, yeah, I think I might be. Was feeling kind of crappy earlier, and the rain didn’t exactly help.” He smiles ruefully before pressing a light sneeze into his elbow. “h’tsh’uh!” 

Although it sounds weird, Jason has always marveled at how small Tim’s natural sneezes are. Whereas his own tend to tear out of him, often leaving Jason the center of attention, Tim’s are barely noticeable. It’s not even the consequences of him growing up in the lap of society; Jason’s been with him at his worst in the middle of spring and still managed to miss at least four separate sneezing fits. 

“Gesundheit,” he murmurs, prodding at the kid’s foot from where it’s propped on the arm of the couch. “Your ankle’ll be fine, it’s just a sprain.” 

Tim nods, eyes glazing over before he sneezes again, a hurried double this time. “hk’ish! ut’shuh! Yeah, that’s what I figured. Think you could get me some ice?” 

“What do you think, I actually care about you?” Jason scoffs, standing up to grab a pack anyway. There’s not much he wouldn’t do for Tim, to be honest; the kid’s already the only one who actually has the location of his safehouse, but he still has to make sure to keep a healthy enough distance between them. Just in case. 

“Maybe you do, just a little bit,” Tim says, grinning, and Jason rolls his eyes. “I’m serious! There’s always a chance.” 

Opening his freezer reveals that he has entirely too many different ice packs; gels, beads, wraparounds, even just a bucket of ice and a Ziploc bag. The life of a vigilante, Jason supposes, taking out one of the wraparounds and undoing the velcro straps in preparation. “You don’t have a preference for ice pack type, do you?” he asks, taking out a gel one for his brother’s eye. 

“Nah, whh— whatever works best is fine with me,” Tim calls back. 

Good. Jason makes his way back to the living room where Tim is shuddering with a suppressed sneeze, completely silent as his shoulders tense and his head bobs forward. “Ugh,” he groans, sniffling, “that fucking hurt.” 

“Gesundheit,” Jason tells him, tossing the gel pack at him before approaching his ankle with the wraparound. “Why are you doing it, then?” 

Tim sighs, pressing the ice pack against his right eye, directly over the shiner. “’S better than letting them out.” 

It takes a second for the implications of that statement to fully hit Jason, but once they do, he’s immediately sympathetic. “Shit, kid, your ribs?” 

Tim nods. “Mm-hm. It’ll be fine, Jay, don’t worry. I’ve dealt with way worse.” 

“You know, saying that really doesn’t make it any better.” Jason finishes arranging the ice pack, then walks away in search of tissues. There should be some in his bathroom cabinet, and if there aren’t, then Tim can make do with toilet paper. Thankfully, though, he does actually find Kleenex, and makes his way back to the couch with them. “Here.” 

“Thanks, Jason,” Tim murmurs, and Jason fights to resist the urge to card his fingers through his little brother’s hair like he’s a child, even if he does look like one, curled up on the couch with one leg out to keep his ankle up. Instead, he sits down on the coffee table, knee almost touching the couch. “Knew you loved me.” 

“Yeah, right,” he tells him, without any heat in his words. “Keep dreaming.” 

When Tim doesn’t respond to that one, Jason glances over to find him staring up at the light, eyes slightly unfocused with what he assumes is an oncoming sneeze. “Another one?” 

Tim nods, breath stuttering in his chest for a few seconds, until he’s suddenly tensing with those same silent sneezes, gasping after each one to get to the next. The pain is visible on his face, tears welling up in his eyes coupled with a grimace tearing at his lips. “Holy shit,” he whispers to himself, pulling a tissue out of the box once he’s finished. 

“Bless you,” Jason murmurs, reaching a hand out to feel his forehead. “You’re not feverish yet. How long do you think it’ll be before this gets bad?” 

“Give me a day.” He groans and rolls over to look at Jason. “I don’t know. It’ll probably settle in overnight and I’ll wake up feeling even worse.” 

Jason can only nod in sympathy, though he knows it won’t give Tim much comfort. The thing about a missing spleen is that none of them— not Jason, not Dick, not Bruce, none of them —really get what it’s like for Tim to have to deal with, how he has to be wary of every single scrape and cut, they only see the aftermath. Tim has the dosages of his antibiotics down to a science for every scenario, memorized how to deal with everything he possibly could, to the point where he’ll surprise Bruce by correcting him on a treatment. It’s why Jason wasn’t even worried when he saw the cut on his bicep earlier, because he knows that Tim is perfectly capable of dealing with it on his own. 

But considering the fact that he’s sick, and that he’s at risk for infection, and the bruising on his ribs… 

Jason lets the silence stretch between them for a moment more before nudging Tim gently with his leg. “You want to tell me why you came here instead of going to the Cave? And why you haven’t even called Bruce to let him know where you are?” 

“Not really,” Tim says, all the exhaustion present in his body language seeping into his voice. “Tomorrow?” 

“Sure, kid,” Jason whispers back, smoothing his brother’s hair out of his face as his eyes slip closed, relaxing further into the couch cushions. “Tomorrow.” 

[lazarushe]

j/ason t/odd, 6′3″, could beat up b/atman w one hand tied behind his back: ..... anyone, literally anyone ever: cute, could kick his ass j/ason, softly: ........ hello would you like to get inside me please

[klauswalz]

Need a term for a male character you were neutral with until you engaged with their aggressive fans and now you have this rabid hatred for him. 

[hoodedmenace]

the original file for this promo is 4 years old

i call this digital recycling, kind of how DC keeps recycling j/ason’s story lines over and over again!

25+ ind. private, selective roleplay blog for j/ason t/odd. mixed canon. adored by ronnie.

rules | about | verses

[lesbiansupersons]

honestly if I had to make a list on who my fav robins are it’s

1. D/ick G/rayson (best boi)

2. D/amian W/ayne (tiny best boi)

3. T/im D/rake (goodest boi)

4. J/ason T/odd (eh)

[lunaeloves]

hey! i’m a bit late, but how about love + 1, 2, 8 and 10 for whoever ur heart desires? from the ask game

And I’m late in replaying lmaooo but thank you for the ask!! ❤️ I’ll be doing ma boi J/ason T/odd

Love

Who said “I love you” first?

Definitely Prince [my s/i]. She said it in a fit of rage too during an argument they had a few weeks after he went “hey I’m alive!!”

What are their primary love languages?

Gift giving and physical affection. Prince likes to collect shiny things [blames her inner dragon for that lmao] and she loves to curl up next to J/ason. Meanwhile J/ason is eating up all the physical affection he’s receiving.

Who’s better at comforting the other?

They’re both pretty good at it but Prince takes the cake bc her motherly instincts activate as the slightest thing. J/ason is also very good at it but he will go down the “you want me to kill that guy for you?? bc he sounds like he sucks”

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Both! Bc Prince will be kissing his face and telling him that she loves him so much and he’s just eating it up! Meanwhile J/ason will also give lots of verbal and physical affection to Prince.