#red hood hc

[kateswallofweird]

JASON TODD IS THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND TO . . .

cw angst ish fluff ish, mugging, implied physical fighting, forgetting to eat

jason todd would let the world burn for you, but for now, he settles on loving you with all he has.

the echoes of your recent argument still ring loudly in your mind (it was something trivial, it always is), but you're grateful when jason drops down from the fire escape, coming between you and the poor muggers who'd chosen wrong tonight. despite his helmet and the domino mask covering his eyes, you can feel the anger washing over him in waves. he doesn't turn to you, but you avert your eyes and when you find him again, red stains his leather jacket and his gun is holstered at his side again. behind him, the men are bloodied and unconscious. "i didn't think—" you started, but he scoffed (not coldly, but like he knew what you'd say). "even if we're fighting," he answers your unasked question. even if we're fighting i will be there for you, and it's a quiet reminder that his love always supersedes his anger.

grumbling under his breath as you continue to work on your laptop, jason nudges a plate of food to you. it's warm and smells like heaven, and when you glance at the clock, you realize the time. it's late, and you've forgotten to take care of yourself amidst all the work you'd been doing. jason sets down utensils in front of you and a glass of water before taking your laptop and setting it down elsewhere. "eat," he says softly. "you can't work if you're not capable." he doesn't have to say it outright, you can hear the worry in his voice and you know what he means. i care for you is whispered through the hot meal he spent the last hour and a half making for you.

in the quiet of the night (or as quiet as gotham gets), jason slips in through your bedroom window. he locks it behind him and sheds his uniform—his helmet, leather jacket, and finally his armor. he leaves it in the corner so you don't trip over it when you get up, and he makes sure to wash up before slipping into bed. still, the faint smell of cigarettes, cologne, and gunpowder linger. he smiles when you curl into his touch, relief settling in his bones as he presses a kiss to your forehead. he doesn't have to speak because even in your sleepy stupor you know what he's saying, i love you.

the red hood may be a terror to the streets, but to you, jason todd was home. he was warmth, like sunlight on a cold day, solace in a storm. a heart that was once dead now beat to love you, and yours did the same.

💭 tbh i've never read any dc comics so my characterization of jason todd is from other fanfics

[appleswan]

Jason knows that when he approaches kids in his entire get up that they're scared of him, and in crises that's... not great. So he's taken to carrying sticker books with him. He has enough pockets for it. He offers the kids stickers, and he lets them put the stickers on his helmet. He has dozens of Red Hood helmets now, all of them have an amalgamation of new and faded stickers.

The rest of the family tries to make fun of him for it, but Jason just holds out his sticker books like "You seem stressed, have a sticker."

[itsmarsss]

Jason Todd gives me SUCH “you are so lucky you are hot” vibes lmao

like thankfully for him he’s so pretty and so hot that he can just say whatever and you (and everyone) will just nod in agreement and go “yeah whatever you say beautiful”

he’s self-aware enough to admit that if he were to rely solely on his flirting skills he would have neverrr pulled ur ass

he’s so awkward with itttt just outdated, awkwardly spat-out pick-up lines he cringes at himself for

Dick on the other hand? this man would flirt for a living if he could. actually he kinda does if you stop to think abt how that’s how he handles almost everything in life

he KNOWS perfectly well the effect he has on people. one smile from him and ur dead, gone, obliterated. you’d never even imagine the amount of fights he’s won by flirting as a distraction, it’s ridiculous

HUGE fan of making you flustered and then teasing you abt it some more. VERY forward. he is not one bit above using dirty tactics to throw you off your rhythm when sparring or arguing.

just getting by on pure charm

Tim CAN flirt but only through teasing. sometimes it works, most times however... well

it's the line between flirty teasing and just acting kinda... mean that's the issue. can you blame him? look who he grew up around, the banter at home is VIOLENTT. so no wonder sometimes he takes the whole teasing thing too far and it just comes out as straight-up insulting lmao

he'll have you thinking he just likes to pick on you which is so confusing cause you've never even done anything to this guy?

meanwhile he's so frustrated and confused as to how his brilliant and obvious attempts at flirting with you just? aren’t working? he's so confused when he realizes you're like actually mad and not just 'playing along'

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

batfam as things my friends and i have said pt. 1

warnings: swearing, like one explicit pickup line, and a level of stupidity only achievable through severe sleep deprivation pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4

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[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

And I will search for you (in every home I've ever made)

love is not designed for the cynical - series masterlist here

pairing: jason todd x reader (gender neutral, no use of y/n)

length: 1.5k

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: it's soft, it's sweet, it's about building a home

a/n: pls enjoy this I did not really edit it

Jason wakes, these days, to cracks of sunlight spilling through the edges of his blackout curtains, little beams of brightness twisting into him and covering him in something warm. By the time he rolls over, always, throwing his arm across the empty space in bed next to him, it's cold, the pillows stacked neatly and the blankets pulled up and tucked around him. 

The first time it had happened since he came back to you, it had startled him a bit too much - the realization of someone moving around him in his sleep, the feeling of waking up with things just a little bit different than they'd been when he fell asleep. Like most things these days, it was a slow, gentle process - to accept the kindness that comes with this new life of his.

He'd been awake one morning, just barely, keeping his eyes closed and his body relaxed. Crawling into bed with you in the early, barely-there light of the morning, aching from a night of stalking the streets as Redhood, he only ever gets a few hours of being with you - of feeling you roll over and curl up against him, pressing your palm against his chest to feel his steady, calming heartbeat. And then you wake fully, eventually, pulling yourself away from him slowly to rise for your own day.

But one morning he'd stayed awake, just enough to notice you - just enough to take note of how carefully you eased yourself away from him, afraid of waking him up and disturbing what little sleep he gets. Jason had felt it, then, the way you pulled the sheets and blankets up over his shoulders and the way you smoothed a hand through his hair. He'd noticed it, then, the feather-light kiss that you placed on his forehead before leaving, shutting the door behind you to keep in the quiet - to keep his little halo of peace intact.

He'd found, many hours later, that it didn't startle him so much to wake up alone with the pillows rearranged and the room not quite how he'd left it. He'd found that it felt a bit more like love, and that felt a bit more familiar than he ever realized it could.

So he finds that it's easier, on days like these, to rise slowly and let the sleep leave him in lazy waves, rolling his shoulders as he stands from the bed and tugs the sheets up, smoothing them and fluffing the pillows before pulling open the curtains. The light is jarring, of course - always, the bright shine of the city blowing over him and haloing him in a golden glow. It's abrupt, always, but he finds that it's a bit welcome these days. 

And Jason finds, on days like these, that the only thing he needs to search for is you. He wanders out through the apartment and he finds, in a startlingly comforting sort of way, that he knows you'll be here. You'll be in the kitchen making coffee, or in the living room flitting around idly, or out on the balcony on the phone. He knows that, if by some strange coincidence you're not here when he wakes up, there'll be a note left on the kitchen counter, a message scrawled in your looping, messy handwriting telling him where you are and when you'll be back.

Jason knows that you're here, even when you're out, because there's always something, just one small thing that you've left for him to remind him that he's not alone. Today, there's a box of pastries on the kitchen counter, the logo of your favourite bakery smiling at him like an old comfort, like a new routine. A hand brushes against his back and Jason finds that he doesn't start, doesn't flinch or move away from it. He just leans into it, your palm warm and smooth as it traces over his spine.

"Good morning," you murmur, and when you wrap your arms around him from behind, he lets you easily, sinking into the feeling of your hands now running across his abs as your forehead presses against his back.

"Good afternoon," Jason replies pointedly, but there's a smile that he can't quite stop as he spins in your hold, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head protectively as you press yourself against him.

"Morning for you," you point out easily, the feeling of his lips on the crown of your head a silent reassurance, a quiet comfort. "Have a croissant." Jason huffs out a laugh as you squirm out of his arms and turn toward the coffeemaker, leaving him to flip open the pastry box and poke around. 

"You working from home today?" Jason asks quietly, the coffeemaker whirring on with a gentle hum that fills the space.

"Mhm," you nod, putting a plate in front of him as he picks up a croissant from the box. "Are you… staying in today? You should sleep a bit more."

"Yea, baby, I'm with you today," he confirms, and something warms in his chest at the soft smile that you send his way. You don't respond, but you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, knowing that he'll slouch down so that you can reach - knowing that he'll bend for you. Then you pluck the croissant from his hand, placing it on the plate before disappearing with it in hand, his coffee balanced in your other palm.

And Jason just trails after you to the living room, following the feeling of something soft, of something loving, as you sit back down on the couch, nudging his mug across the coffee table and towards him. 

"You can put some music on if you want," you say easily, and Jason thinks for a moment that maybe you haven't noticed - maybe you haven't caught on to the way he hovers in the doorway, like he's not sure how much of this is real, or how much of it is deserved. But then he blinks at you, and there's something kind and patient in your gaze that makes him want to fall to his knees and pray.

"Sure," he says gruffly, clearing his throat and moving to the record player that's tucked in the corner of the room, brushing his fingers along the spines of the vinyls as he looks through them. Some of them are old, faded and worn by years of loving touches. As he presses his fingers against the grooves, he can almost feel the familiar touch of your hands against his - worn down by your love. He'd asked you once why you don't replace the ones that have begun to tatter, and you'd smiled in a beaming way that only comes out every so often.

"Why would I?" you'd said. "It just shows which ones my faourites are - which ones are the most loved."

Now, Jason can see you from the corner of his eye - watching carefully, softly, something that feels a bit too gentle in your gaze as he reels just a bit too much from it all.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you offer as he chooses a record, low music filling the space between the two of you. He hums out something unintelligible in response, dragging himself over to sit next to you on the couch. There's photos on the wall as he passes - pictures of the two of you, of the places you've gone and the things you've seen. Signs of life, it always feels like. Signs of love. 

As Jason eases himself into the spot next to you and you throw a blanket over his lap almost instinctually, he can't help but feel the weight of it all. The weight of home.

"Nothing to talk about," he mutters, and you just hum in understanding at his gruffness. 

"Eat your croissant, then," you respond simply, and he wonders - not for the first time, how easy it is for you to build a home around the two of you. "I bought them because I know you like those ones," you continue, and he thinks, for once - in a jarring, world-tilting sort of way, that maybe he gets it. 

"I love you," he blurts out, and you look at him quizzically for a moment, moving to adjust the blanket that he's tucked under. He reaches for you like he has to, and you let him smooth a wide, warm palm over your cheek.

"I love you, too," you offer freely. "Always."

Always, Jason thinks. And it feels a bit easier, wrapped up in all of this - in something soft and warm and reassuring, to believe it. It feel a bit easier to want it. 

[spidernuggets]

LISTEN TO ME.

Jason Peter Motherfucking Todd would love you for you. If you're out here thinking, "Oh, if Jason was a real person, bro would not spare another glance at me," for whatever reason, shut the fuck up, you're WRONG.

He would not care if your trans, if your queer, if you're autistic, if you have ocd, if you have stretch marks, if you have scars, if you're plus sized, if you have adhd, if you're dyslexic, if you're asexual, if you have acne

THE LIST GOES ON.

Jason is not a stranger to insecurities, scars, mental issues, identity crises, and not being able to be in control of his own body. So if you show any negativity towards your own body or self, Jason would ultimately show worship to you, just as you would to him.

In conclusion, Jason Todd is attracted to anyone. He is an unlabeled king.

[f1gur4t1v3]

I am obsessed with the idea that while Dick is the lightest of the older bats, and even with his acrobatic training, Jason is the one who can go flying with the grapple gun. (Physics inaccuracies probably idk dude)

Dick is just sitting out at night during patrol, its a slow night in the area he’s in and he’s heading back home to blud in the morning so he’s more than happy to take it easier than he normally would. He’s perched himself up above a dead lamp post, and he’s carefully watching the roads and alleys below him for any danger.

That’s when a bit further away from him he hears a familiar click of a grapple gun, followed by a by a mass of muscle going flying into the air and my god that’s Jason. Dick is just in awe of how high he gets with it as well. Jason’s jumping over buildings without landing on the roof, and then doing the same to an even taller building. He can’t even tell what Jason’s doing to get so high because right before he starts launching up the side of the building he dips into the dark alley in between them.

Dick is in awe, amazed, but still in a whole lot of shock for what he witnessed. When he tries to tell the Batfam of what he saw the only other person who believes him is Tim, who’d also seen Jason go shooting out from behind a building.

Then Jason does it when the family is near, and god he feels a sense of relief for the dumbest reason. Bruce can’t believe his eyes watching his deep freezer hunk of a son go absolutely fucking flying over a burning building at the end of the night. Steph who was there to get a bit more training with evacuating people out of a fire is attempting to chase Jason down, and is begging him to teach her of the comms.

Jason refuses to talk about his little flying act, and the only time he even considers teaching anyone is when Dick tells him it reminds him of his time at Hallys.

This leads to everyone trying to figure out how to get the flight that Jason does with his grapple gun, and it just isn’t working out. Dick thought he nearly got it before he went cascading for a nice trip through a billboard. Tim and Steph swore they figure it out, but their little hop onto the building only made the task seem more impossible. Damian swears he saw the Batman nearly take flight over a building, and instead ended up crushing an ac unit with his landing.

Jason is loving all of this of course. Watching his siblings and his dad fail horribly at gliding like he does is hilarious to him. It’s just a quick release of the grapple gun, and running up the side of the building for a bit of extra momentum. Of course he pushes himself up against the edge of the roof to really get that height, and if his family just filmed him they’d figure it out easy. Hell, he’s surprise Tim has broken out a camera, or hacked into the cities to watch him.

Cass had figured out how to do Jason’s glide a while ago, she found it helpful to maintaining her unknown presence while looking around on patrol. While she doesn’t like Jason a lot, she respects that this is his thing that he does on patrol, and she has no right going around spilling the trade secrets of the flying ex-robin.

[violent138]

I think Jason Todd routinely sees therapists because he relishes telling his story (mildly paraphrased to remove the killing bits that might get his therapist in trouble) and seeing reactions of "oh he's crazy" or "oh my god I can't believe that happened". Or the third Gotham option of the therapist trying to make him actively worse and pursue crime with some flair. He also likes collecting diagnoses.

[assjuice4ever]

Incorrect DC quotes:

Reader: sometimes I think I was born to love you

Red Hood: I'm pretty sure you were born to annoy me

[diariesofthelover]

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 whose body is littered in scars. From the small scars acquired from crime fighting to the biggest ones induced by trauma. His 3rd biggest scar running from the tail of his brow down to his cheek, almost going through his eye. His 2nd largest scar trailing from his lower abdomen down to his pelvis, perhaps his most sensitive one. His most prominent scar stretches diagonally across his broad and muscular back, it’s the deepest and the most ragged one on his body. All 3 scars from the night he was almost beaten to death, the Lazarus Pit never healing them.

He often feels like a monster. With his actions, his big and towering figure, the white streak in his hair from his resurrection, and those god forsaken scars, Jason Todd feels like a monster and how could anyone good love a monster?

[shattersstar]

hello!!! just wanted to send in a message that i have a meltdown every time I read one of your Jason pieces; so freaking good! its really special to find writers who can really get a feel for Jason without making him sound like a goofy caricature of a y/a trope or like. an incel LMAO. would love to see more of your thoughts or headcanons on Jason's opinion on college! I think he's expressed some sort of desire to attend university, but yk. the whole vigilante thing kinda screws with it. thanks again :)

college/university hcs + jason todd

a/n: aw tysm that’s so nice to hear <33 ive always wanted to know what ppl think of my take on jason bc yeah the fandoms consensus is not always. my fave. to say the least. dnejjfjdjd but im glad u enjoy it!! this was also a greatly timed ask bc im working on smth that has a section of robin jason talking abt his life n college so im gonna save some of my thoughts for when that comes out but…

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i do think it’s definitely something jason’s always been interested even if his relationship with post secondary school has been fluid to say the least. sort of like: i might have a chance if i get a scholarship, to not even in school, to having a shot at going to any school, to missing out on that part of his life in favour of vigilantism and revenge

with his past briefly out of the way i definitely see jason being that person who just Attends lectures even if he isn’t enrolled. he’d go to classes with friends or someone he’s seeing if he had the time. but if anything, jason would take a course just because he finds it interesting. he’d sit in the back of the class and he 100% takes notes even if there’s no reason

if he is serious about going back to school i do stand with majority rule that he’d probably be an english/lit major.

i like to imagine jason did attempt to go to university after everything went down with bruce when he first came back though. a little scorned and confused about his place in everything. i could see him trying to play the part of someone normal and ordinary, what did people his age do again? oh yeah, go to school or leave the city.

i think he’d originally take something a bit more serious, respectable even. law, engineering, business, anything to emulate some version of himself bruce had expected jason to become. i think jason also knowing dick refused, finally agreed, then dropped out of uni would fuel him to go to spite his older brother and appease bruce even if it wasn’t conscious. like it’s an added bonus if jason really thought abt it (which he won’t ofc)

back to school: being forced to take those required liberal art courses would remind jason of what he loved in high school. he loved english class on whole and arguing with the history teacher and picked up languages surprisingly well that he did both spanish and french for a time. and while he really thought about switching majors he ultimately dropped out because he was still playing pretend and into the hands of a man his relationship was beyond complicated with.

i think jason would return when he was a few years older, a little less angry and less focused on his connection to bruce/batman. and this is when he’d major in english, im not enough of a lit baddie to pick a focus but im sure y’all can imagine <33

he’d start with night courses bc he’s already used to being awake so whats a 7-10pm lecture before patrol.

it only became an issue when courses jason’s wanted to take wouldn’t work with his nighttime plan. he started really feeling the burden of living a double life in those moments. and definitely gets antsy in class/studying when an important case is taking up his mind.

he was fortunate to take online classes that interested him greatly too but when school started becoming priority jason would have a moment with himself to decide if he wanted to spend a few years pursuing his degree with a bit more focus or go back to his life before.

and i cannot say what decision i think he’d make bc i know jason gains satisfaction from life by being red hood and cannot fully give it up but he’s also one of those people that is always dying to learn more, to know more and exercise his brain. it’s why his electives r insanely difficult mathematic courses or science labs bc everything interests him. the study of art just moves him a little more which is why he majors in it.

some other points:

- he’s not a fan of the education system and even if money is not a problem jason doesn’t rlly care abt going to elite schools and will gladly transfer around to take courses he wants or depending on where he’s currently is in the world. he’s done classes at most of gothams community colleges and at least one ivy league school

- jason’s doesn’t care how long it takes no finish school either, which works well with his vigilantism. he’s always had an unstable relationship with schooling and completing school in its expected time/format never appealed to him. jason will do it how it wants because he can :)

- he’s a handwritten notes kinda guy but understands that typing is more efficient

- will spend time at uni (and public) libraries just for funsies like he’ll b investigating new drug rings next to people studying for their midterms

- like most of us he really hates group assignments bc he’s too much of a control freak and will do all the work, hand it in and email the prof abt doing it alone without even contacting his group members bc he’s a little shit like that

- but will help in tutoring programs, be a note taker for certain courses and if jason’s fully dedicated to school he might just TA <3

[appleswan]

Headcanon that Jason Todd has body dysmorphia. He died a child, clawed his way out of his grave with a body so much smaller than the one he has now. His last memories were in a world so much bigger than the one he lives in now. He lost years of his life, years of growth and development. He simply woke up one day in a body that does not feel like his own.

He bumps his head on doorframe, forgetting that he's tall enough to do that. He can no longer slip through cracks and alleyways like he remembers doing what feels like not too long ago. He died at 15, he died in a 15 year old body, and he woke up in a pit of poison water within the body of a full grown adult.

[wondersimp]

*Someone asks Dick to pass the salt*

Damian: …Grayson, how do you tell apart someone addressing you by the name ‘Dick,’ from one who is insulting you by the genitalia word ‘dick?’

Dick: …Well, um

Jason: He can’t.

Dick: What no, of course I-!

Jason: *maintains eye contact* Trust me, You. Can’t.

Dick: *stares* How often are calling me a Dick and not my name?

Tim: *without looking up from his phone* Oh, it’s usually used synonymously.

Dick:

Damian: I see. *goes back to eating*

Dick: *mentally questions every time someone’s said his name*

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

batfam as things my friends and i said pt. 3

warnings: use of kitten IRONICALLY, yes the italian flag thing was said during pride month, yes the friend who said that is gay, there is even more where this came from pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 4

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[demonicsuffrage]

The justice league sees Batman periodically updating a database of his, at the oddest of times, and naturally they think it's got something to do with his contingency plans or a dataset about the Gotham rogues, but in reality it's just him keeping record of his many children's changing tastes

Superman: Woah, he's writing down with such concentration, wonder what could be in there, maybe a new villain in Gotham?

Bruce, writing: "Dick has refused his favourite Pb&J five mornings in a row. Delete from favourites. Ask for new favourite food."

"Jason didn't seem as Eager to read the new book by his favourite author, put it in neutral category."

"Tim chose a green shirt instead of a red one at the mall today. More research needed."

"Cass listened to arctic monkeys on repeat this week. Update to favourites."

"Duke expressed an interest in slam poetry and called band practice lame. Put poetry in favourites and band in neutral."

"Damian watched Bluey for a total of 50 hours this week. Update to favourites."

[spidernuggets]

Browsing in the store, looking for a good outfit for Bruce's Gala

Jason: Oh my god, do you really need to try all of these outfits?

Y/N: Yeah of course- ooh, i like this one throws it on the giant pile of other outfits that Jason is holding.

Jason: Groans. Why, it's just a stupid gala.

Y/N: Sure, but I'm mostly looking for the one that looks best on your bedroom floor. Looks at Jason innocently

Jason: Drops everything and grabs an outfit from the rails. This one.