#kid jason todd

[spicy-apple-pie]

Jay is not the best babysitter...

I fucking love these fics where all the batkids are all pretty small and they just get up to kid shenanigans while Bruce is sprouting gray hairs.

Commission Info / Kofi

[shyjusticewarrior]

[kartsie]

Funky little dude and his weird dad

[spawnnfrog]

Robin... meet Robin.

I want to make a sequel with the other Robins—like Maps, Duke, Matt, that one mechanic one... just all of them! But there's so many like woah. Why am I so into characters meeting different iterations of themselves like first Link meet Links aus and now Robin???

[theaceofarrows]

13 year old Jason: [calling Dick] Dude, you'll never believe what just happened!

Dick: What?

Jason: I just walked in on Bruce complaining to Alfred about you 'your attitude problem' and something about you saying 'yOu'Re nOt mY ReAl dAd!'

Dick: That BITCH-

Jason: And Alfred just raised an eyebrow and said "I believe that they call that 'karma', master Bruce.

Dick: [gasp] He didn't!

Jason: He did! Now Bruce is just sitting there pouting like a four year old

Dick: Oh please tell me you got pictures?!

Jason: Duh [sends pictures]

Dick: [opens text to a picture of Bruce looking like a scolded toddler] Ha!

Dick: Well, THAT'S going down as B's new contract pic

[momachan]

"Jason! -You said I could drive."

Nightwing 2021 Annual (2021): #1. "Blood Brothers."

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

*After Talia left baby Damian to Bruce*

Dick: What's his name?

Bruce: Damian, according to Talia.

Tim: Is she going to be our new mom?

Bruce: *spits out coffee*

[jennguyen-draws]

Jason Todd with plushie Zitka (passed on from Dick).

Text Bubble: B, are you sure Zitka can’t have one more candy?

Click here for Dick and Zitka, Damian with Zitka II, Duke and Zitka II ft all siblings, Tim Zitka and Coffee, Cassandra and bedtime, Stephanie’s tea party

Not sure why, but I loveeee the idea of kid Jason with soft curls 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[ID: A colorful drawing of a small kid Jason Todd (with curly hair!] dressed in a Wonder Woman Halloween costume. A pile of candy is in front of him on the table, with Zitka the elephant plush and a Halloween candy bucket next to it. A textbubble to the right says: "B, are you sure Zitka can't have one more candy?" End ID]

[frogspawnn]

An alternate meeting that didn't end in blood :D

I'm a believer in Tim Drake's favourite hero is Dick Grayson's Robin, but imagine him as a toxic fan. When Jason came around Tim was the first to spam "THE ORIGINAL IS BETTER, BRING BACK ROBIN" on forums. Just goofy headcannons.

[morgansunflower]

You Did Good

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Al Ghul! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, blood, injuries and heavy angst

Words:1387

Arthur's notes! Batfam age reverse. Reader is Ra's al Ghul's daughter.

After Jason is brought back to life through the Lazarus.. His older brother takes a dangerous journey, to bring him home.

They had been on their own for 3 months traveling swiftly but stealthily. Damian started a fire, he sits down allowing himself to breathe more efficiently.

Jason was sitting with his knees up against his chest. He still barely spoke or even changed from a blank expression. Damian feared what his grandfather would do to Jason or force him to do..

Ra's used Jason to manipulate Damian into doing whatever the assassin ordered. It'd been a year now since Damian left his family.

Jason tried to ignore the menacing laugh by Joker. All he could think about was seconds before the bomb exploded. He hated sleeping..

As Jason laid on the mat and Damian saw his eyes finally closed. Damian closed his own and allowed his tears to sweep through his eyelids. His heart was broken for his brothers suffering.

He thinks of his torture from Joker. He couldn't save him and now he was scared he'd never be the little boy he remembered again. He still loved him though.

Damian was exhausted through and through drained beyond Instant recovery. Just a old memory of her rocking him to sleep as she gently sang a lullaby. His father playing baseball with him on a very rare but memorable occasion.

He bit his hand to muffle his sobs as his memory's of his family, became so vivid in his mind. His heart was breaking as he missed them. How much he must of hurt them he feared. Will they forgive him?

Damian opens his eyes as he heard movement. Jason got up from his mat and walked to Damian. He didn't say anything but laid beside him. Jason hugged Damian. The former assassin let his sobs be heard as he was given a glimmer of hope Jason would be ok.

Damian hugged him protectively. Jason allowed himself to cry with Damian as he to missed their family. He felt guilty he couldn't remember them before.

Damian's feet became swollen and redden from walking for so long. He carried Jason so his own feet would not be in pain. His body was quite thin as he had made sure Jason wouldn't be hungry nor thirsty. His throat had become dry and lips cracked.

They had to remain undetected by Ra's. As risking being seen by his assassins he had throughout the world was very possible if they weren't careful.

Gotham was cold compared to where they had come from. Jason was sleeping as a comfortable cloak is laid on him. Damian headed for the boom-tube to the Bat-cave but stops sensing a, presence.

"Damian" he hears

He turns to see his father. His breath hitched as he feared for shame to be upon him for leaving them. Bruce's heart becomes heavy to his chest, his eyes shake as his eyes sees his sons together. Jason wakes to hear a familiar voice. He lifts his head to see him. His mentor, his caregiver, his dad.

"H-how?.. How?.." Bruce was, shaking

"Ra's.." he simply answered

"the Lazarus?..." Bruce asked

Damian only nodded. Bruce could see the worry in Damian's eyes as he approached closer. Damian tried to keep from crying as his fathers hand touched the side of his face.

"you did good son" Bruce proudly said

He kept his hand steady as he touched Jason's face. The little boy didn't move away as he knew it was his dad.

"Dad" Jason said with eyes swelling on the verge of tears

Bruce took him from Damian's weak arms. He gives Damian his cloak and placed his own cape on Jason.

Bruce hugged Jason as his grief was crumbling away into a tearful relief. The dark knight was nearly crying. He could barely breathe knowing that he was holding him and that Damian was standing near him.

"forgive me baby" he begged his little boy as a tear fell down his face.

....

While in the Bat-cave Jason and Damian sat on their own stretchers. Bruce takes his phone to call her. He swallows hardly trying to keep from crying as his throat shakes. His boys are home. They're really here.

"Bruce, is everything OK?"

"you..." he closed his eyes tightly making his lips tremble

She knew the tone and the hesitation.. She needed to get to him. Now.

"where are you?"

"cave" he quickly answered

Y/N rushes to the Bat-cave. Her heart was beating rapidly fearing for her the state of her family.

Bruce observed them both.. Damian had a IV in his arm as Jason laid on the stretcher with a monitor on him. Jason was more hydrated and less thin. It didn't take Bruce long to realize Damian had tortured himself to keep his brother alive.

Alfred was in tears as he gently patted young Jason's back and kissed the boys head. Jason reaches to hug him.

"it is very nice to have both of you home"

The two part as they both were in tears. Alfred stepped to Damian. He placed his hand on his shoulder, motioning him to lay down. He looks seeing his shoes were quite worn and slightly damp from blood. He reaches to take them off but Damian quickly moved them away

"tt I'm fine" he insisted

"you are not fine master Damian now let me tend to you" Alfred ordered

Damian sighed moving his feet to be more accessible to Alfred. The kind older man took off his grandson's shoes as he winces in pain. Bruce gently cringed to himself seeing the swelling, the blisters and the redness on his feet.

Alfred tended to his feet bandaging the wounds. He then placed a, open palm on his forehead. Damian smiled to Alfred further convinced in his heart... Alfred is his grandfather not Ra's..

Y/N arrived.. Her body instantly becomes shaken and a scream leaves her lips.. Her knees nearly buckle beneath her. She covered her face as tears run down her face. It couldn't be, but here they were. Her little boys, her babies.. Bruce held her hand letting her squeeze it with all her strength, as she shakes her head.

Damian lips tremble with his heart sinking to relief. He nearly gasps seeing his mother. Jason recognized the kind eyes that he knew loved him.

"momma" he mumbled..

"oh my baby's.. My sweet baby's.." she began to cry as she reaches her arms to hug Jason and held him. "I'm so sorry baby" she sobs apologizing.

Jason hugged her tightly and buried his face in her neck. She began to sob gently rocking him as she holds him. All the sleepless nights she cried in her sleep, usually along with Bruce. Were now unfolding again. She reaches her hand to hold Damian's hand.

He held her hand closing his eyes to force his tears away. She looks to see he seemed quite malnourished and his feet were blistered and were bleeding as his bandaging was red

"my sweet Damian, what has he done to you?"

"I'm ok now Ummi" he promised her.

She wasn't convinced.... She squeezed his hand shacking her head.

"I'm so sorry boys" she wholeheartedly apologized knowing it was her father who had done this.

"momma" Jay said again, as he cried he had missed her so terribly.

"it's OK baby. I'm here. I'm here baby"

Bruce could see Damian was hanging onto thin ice. He leans over to his wife and son taking Jason into his arms. She walks to Damian holding his face in her hands. He clenched his face trying to keep from breaking.

"it's, ok son. You don't have to force yourself to stay strong, not with your mother" she encourages kissing his forehead

She hugs Damian just as the teenager begins to cry again. All his carried emotions were flooding out through his eyes and shaky throat... He was home.

Just then gasps from his siblings were heard as they returned from patrol. Y/N smiled still in tears leaving her son only so he can be comforted by his siblings.

Damian watched as they each ran to Jason whom was sitting in Bruce's lap. They each hugged him one by one.. Then they hugged Damian. It was no surprise to Damian his youngest brother was the most emotional. He sees a small smile on Jason's face reassuring him he's going to be OK.

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[shyjusticewarrior]

Jason Flipping During Fights: Then & Now

[batmobilestires]

Jason went from being a lil lanky boy to a super buff man to what practically felt like overnight for him and there’s just no way that missing such an important stage of physical development didn’t negatively impact his body image. like imagine you’re just a kid and suddenly waking up feeling too big for your own body??

in desperate need of an angsty fanfic that explores Jason’s body image issues because of the Lazarus Pit!! and bonus points if there’s a happy ending with Bruce hugging Jason and telling him “he’ll never be too big to be his son” (im delusional)

[spawnnfrog]

SKATER KID TIM AU DOODLES ?!

I just find it really funny that Tim learnt how to skateboard and he’s so committed to the bit he essentially masters it in a day 💀. I miss the skater Tim era, DC should bring back the board !!

These doodles are what ifs, if Tim learnt it in childhood or smth.

Tim is like… a little shit. I know the fandom is like angst about the Titan’s Tower events but c’mon Tim was being a lil shit (WHILE BEING PUMMELLED LIKE HE DOES NOT SHUT HIS MOUTH). I love Tim he’s my fav 🫶.

(There’s a fanfic to this (kinda) too but I am a bit embarrassed 😔)

[thedevilundercover]

Sometimes my mind just gets really violent when I think of fic ideas lmao

TW: Gore

Most recently I was thinking about adding a villain who hangs up dead corpses into the over the garden wall series.

Like idk some supernatural evil spirit who guts people or and then hangs them out to dry something.

And I’m very liberal with imagery so it’d be very detailed too. I have to gather the will to write it though

Shameless plug of Over the Garden Wall:

[marshmallow---pillow]

Bestie do you have any AK!jason headcanons 🫶🏽

I don't really write about Arkham Knight Jason per se, but I do write about the Robin/Post Rescue version of him, I'll just share some headcanons about him from my AUs

Thank you for the ask!

Jason in my fics, has been rescued earlier than canon, and is about 15/16-ish

•If he was small from malnutrition, starvation made him smaller, so he's a short kid, and likes to curl up in small, dark places, the closet, under the bed, and any cramped nooks. He feels safe there, hidden away from cruel hands and angry words. (Credits to @prowlsic for this HC)

(Slade makes sure the floor is carpeted and the closet is stocked with the softest blankets and cushions—to not aggravate the kid's bone pain, also because the boy has severe fatigue from prolonged starvation, stress, and resulting hormonal imbalances, and is liable to fall asleep anywhere he feels safe, be that in one of the cramped kitchen cabinets, and eventually under Slade's bed and there have been several incidents involving Slade nearly having a coronary when he can't find the kid. On the other hand, this is the most amount of pillows and soft bedding he's owned his entire life. )

•That's not to say that the rage isn't there, Jason's a kid who's lost precious years to torture, which has left several almost dehablitating physical injuries as well as mental ones, of course he's angry, at the world, at the people who let him get hurt, at the one man who painted him as his saviour and gave him a home in the name of pure altruism and then just short of demanded Jason to become Robin. ( Robin was earning a place at a rich-man's home, a promise he wouldn't be kicked out), hence very prone to violent out-bursts, which are directed more towards himself than the world around him, over the most mundane things—a bad day with tremors when he can't hold anything for too long, a stray piece of clothing, and it ends up in screaming and then tears and a terrified kid hiding for days. And that's once assured that Slade doesn't plan to kick him out, (and that's another can of worms about apprenticeship and use that Slade has to tackle eventually), even if he's convinced that physical reprimand is Democles sword on his neck.

(He was a flight risk in the first few weeks, and managed to break out of Slade's high -security safehouse twice, only to be brought back unconscious, the kid's malnourished body couldn't carry him far.)

About Slade, here's the thing, he loved his kids, it wasn't enough. And for a kid as traumatized as Jason, he's agonized over the prospect of getting the kid better care, but he couldn't bring himself to. After several outbursts and tears and the heart-breaking pleas, he finally cracks and looks up help, to deal with a kid as hurt as Jason, articles, books ,research papers, any resources he can get his hands on—and it does help. It doesn't solve everything, but they can now acknowledge what's wrong, and attempt to resolve it.

•In the beginning, the kid's a ghost, you won't find him unless he wants you to, courtesy of his Robin training. Eventually, at the lack of repercussions, the kid slowly, painstakingly gets out of his shell, seeking out Slade for silent company, pressing to his side whenever Slade's doing something. And Slade takes the hint, and at one occasion, ruffles the kid's hair, making sure to telegraph his moves, Jason still stalls, and then remains painfully still, and when he moves he's trembling, barely breathing, making Slade think that he's done something wrong, but then he breathes, as if letting out a breath he'd been holding in for too long.

And something changes, suddenly the kid's seeking touch all the time, hair ruffles, pressing to Slade's side as he reads, and hugs, and Slade makes sure he isnt the one to let go, soon it graduates to strangely endearing gestures, headbutting Slade gently, bringing over whatever he was doing to do it in Slade's company, and then curling up against Slade after a nightmare, then it becomes routine, and Jason slots at his side as if he always belonged there, demanding hairpets, and ofcourse how could Slade deny him that.

• In Summer, he likes to wear soft, thin, breathable clothes, mostly large T-shirts and the like because the burn injuries have screwed with his ablity to thermoregulate, badly. For the exact same reason, his room and workplace is always stocked with water bottles.

(My HC for Arkham Knight is that he should have some modifications in his armor to assist in thermoregulation, lest he pass away from heat-stroke or hypothermia.)

Similarly for Winters, he'll bundle up in the softest, woollen sweaters, hoodies and blankets he can find. Which are—alot for some reason, fluffy ones, he didn't take Slade for a cold person, since he burns like a furnace. Even for Jason's mostly non-functional thermoreceptors, a delightful observation once Jason's convinced he won't be touched, not that way.

(Slade's absolutely not a cold person, Jason remains none-the-wiser)

Their home is safe and warm, there's cocoa and marshmallows for bad days and the good ones, there might be tears and unkind dreams, but there's laughter too. Their rag-tag family isn't in anyway perfect, but they make do with what they have.

Sorry if this wasn't what you were asking for, I tend to write more hurt/comfort and fluff, if you wanted angst, you can find really good HCs here.

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

“Hurry up, boy. We don't have all night."

Jason clutched the shovels to his chest and loped after his father. He wasn't afraid of the dark, he was a big boy – even if it was questionable at eight years old – but it was cold, he couldn't see an inch of his nose and only his old man had a flashlight to see where he was stepping.

Jason had to carry on and hope he didn't end up in some open grave.

"Dad, are we there yet?" he asked, hoping not to sound desperate. His hands ached, ungloved, and red from the cold. Holding the metal handles was making the pain worse.

"Not long now," spat his father, but Jason could hardly believe it. He bet that Willis too had no idea where to go.

The Wayne cemetery was huge. Some would say that was normal for Gotham's more ancient family. Jason thought it was creepy to build a house next to a cemetery, but everyone knew the Waynes weren't into it.

He tripped over something and landed on his face in the mud. Jason raised his head, spitting, as his father approached him, “Stupid! Do you want someone to find out?”

It was more likely that they would get caught because of Willis' screams than Jason's, but the boy had enough experience to know that he didn't have to talk back to his father or else it would be worst.

“If CPS wasn't after me, I would have left you at home, you little…oh. Look'."

The light now fell on the marble slab of the grave Jason had fallen next to.

It said BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE1677-1705.

 

"Shit."

“Come down!”

"Not even dead," the kid spat. He was poor, not stupid. Better to leave when he still had time.

But Willis wasn't a patient man. He stepped out of the pit with unexpected agility for someone his age, his expression leaving no doubt as to his intentions.

Jason tried to run away, but Willis was faster: he grabbed Jason's arm, squeezing until Jason heard the sound of breaking bone.

"Now you go down there and do your job."

"I don't want!" Jason screamed, trying to pull his arm away but failing. The man was much stronger than him.

"You've always been a waste of space. As soon as we get home…"

Jason didn't hear the end of the sentence. His attention was on the figure emerging from the pit.

Holy shit, Jason thought, as he recognized Bruce fucking Wayne's corpse.

Willis kept talking, unaware that a zombie was behind him.

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