#red memory

[thegirlwiththelantern]

WWW Wednesday | 8 January

WWW Wednesday is hosted by Sam of Taking On a World of Words. To take part you answer three questions, which are: What are you currently reading?What did you recently finish reading?What do you think you’ll read next? 📖 What did you recently finish reading? Red Memory: The Afterlives of China’s Cultural Revolution by Tania Branigan An indelible exploration of the Cultural Revolution and how…

[prlssprfctn]

Freshly adopted Jason, who is so used to taking care of his mother that the first morning in the manor, he wakes up in early hours to cook for Bruce, too.

Logically speaking, he understands that Bruce doesn't need it — he is a healthy adult, and they have Alfred — but it is six in the morning, and his mind is foggy, so he just follows his instincts. Maybe he does not even realise that mom is not here, after all.

Alfred finds him in the weakly dimmed kitchen when he finishes his walk around the Manor before starting with his chores. He is amused at first, stopping quietly behind the child. He is doing great (that's a surprise since Dick intentionally just stirred more trouble), and Alfred can't help but smile a little.

'Good morning, master Jason. If you are hungry, you should wake me up the next time. I promise to take care of you.'

Jason blinks owlishly, still awfully sleepy. His eyes are barely opened, his hands working on the automat.

'Breakfast,' he mumbles, frowning a little. 'For mom- I mean, for dad.'

Alfred's smile falters. His original impression shifts in a late realisation.

Oh.

'Master Jason, you shouldn't really-'

'Finished,' he yawns, putting a one — just one, nothing for himself at all — plate in front of Alfred.

It is a very simple dish, scrambled eggs with some black paper and toasted bread — but not even made in a toaster, just on the pan; this kid probably doesn't know how to use toasters. It smells nice, Alfred compliments mentally.

'Can you-' He yawns. 'Pass to-'

And then little Jason falls asleep helplessly, falling right in Alfred's arms. He catches him, of course. This boy weighs nothing at all.

'Hey, Al,' Bruce sticks his head in the kitchen, no less sleepy. 'What is going on?'

Alfred explains to Bruce what happened, and he is no less distraught. He helps him to put Jason in the bed and eats all the breakfast he prepared, with a mixture of delight and despair.

And when Jason wakes up, embarrassed by the faint memories of the early morning, Alfred puts a big plate in front of him, filled with so much food that his big blue eyes light up instantly.

'Bon appetite, master Jason,' he smiles. 'Your cooking had passed my personal standards for a cook. You are a good soldier.'

Jason giggles, his mouth already stuffed with bacon.

'That I am.'

And that he always will be.

[nataliesplatalie]

Sophie Pearson, I remember you in the ocean, and I'll remember you as red, both c. 2023 and oil pastel on wood

[nucleargalaxy]

is this too niche

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

[violent138]

Bruce definitely trained all the Robins to abandon him if things got bad. He'd give them scenarios like him trapped under something in a fire, hypothermic conditions, he's too injured, and they need to get information to Lucius, and the list goes on. And to date, the only bit of training his kids have continually failed, whether in simulation or practice, is failing to leave him behind.

[redcraneacnh]

A little guy

[parakavka]

柴犬おもち on X: "🖐️🤚 #モフモフMAX #おもちさんの日常 https://t.co/QvauceJJA9" / X

[prlssprfctn]

And if Jason perceives his death anniversary completely differently from how his family do?

Jason, against the common belief, canonically doesn't talk about his death that much, and when he does, he feels like it is not something people need to dwell on — it is how they view and interpret his death, and the aftermath, that bothers him.

So, maybe on his death anniversary, Jason doesn't want to mourn. He wants to live. So he does. He visits his favourite places in the Gotham, chats with people he had missed, enjoys his day, and breathes, breathes, b r e a t h e s.

But once he steps in the Manor for a minute that day?

It is nothing but a kingdom of the grief.

Bruce is locked up in the Cave, straight in front of the memorial. Dick is not even around, and Jason takes a wild guess that he is visiting his grave in the meanwhile. Alfred maniacally cleans up in the library over and over, ignoring other duties. Even Tim, Tim, who technically has nothing to do with all of that, takes after others (almost instinctively), and acts along with a strange, dreadful atmosphere in the house.

And Jason is irritated, pissed off, but mostly hurt.

He is literally right here.

But once again, it changes absolutely nothing. It never does. Really.

[ghurab-alzilal]

Damian, texting : Grayson, help me, I was kidnapped leaving school and obviously I can't act without ruining my civilian cover.

Dick, texting him back : WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?!

Damian: With a stranger in a Mercedes black car.

Dick: I'll call Jason. We'll find you, I promise.

Jason, gets a call : What's up, Dickhead?

Dick: Jason, I need you to come immediately, Damian was kidnapped and can't act without exposing himself so Nightwing and Red Hood must go rescue the little prince of Gotham.

Jason: What the fuck are you talking about? He's just right here with-

Jason: *angrily snorts *

Jason: I'm going to hang up, see you at home.

Jason, turning to co-pilot seat : I JUST DYED MY TUFT BLACK! IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL!

Damian, feignedly scared : WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH JASON?!!

[zynical-forg]

🐏💕🐈‍⬛

This thing is inspired by a short Narilamb story I'm writing, thanks to my Discord friend Nao for giving me the motivation to write again 💚>^< im having fun!

[oldmannapping]

Jason Todd’s mother: Addict, single mother, raised the child of a violent henchman, died of an overdose

Jason Todd’s best friend: Recovered addict, single father, raising the child of an assassin, rescued from death by Red Hood

DC: yep. Wild.

DC: anyway!

DC: onto the next Red Hood storyline

DC: (incoherent shrieking)

[arrowheadedbitch]

Tim: Hwoah boy, we're really in it now, Jason

Jason's memorial case:

Tim: Ahahaha! You're so funny, Jason!

Jason's memorial case:

Tim:

Tim: I should probably see a professional when I'm done fixing Bruce.

[deadkraker]

Love them to death