#todd theater

[melucomarket]

Brothers, amirite?

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

AU where Jason comes back to Gotham and begins his plan to confront Batman and all that. Except after only like a week the Joker gets hit by a bus and then shot by a little old lady with a shotgun and dies.

Jason’s plan is now in shambles because the dramatic climax of his plan is no longer possible. But that’s fine. He’ll think of some other suitable alternative. Granted, it’s not quite the same if he uses some other villain. Making Batman choose doesn’t mean nearly as much when it’s not about the person who killed him.

And really, is he going to try and get Batman to kill Black Mask or something? Scarecrow? Red Hood is competent; he could do it himself so why bother.

So Jason lays low continues to build his criminal empire with astounding speed and efficiency. If only he could think of a good way to announce his return. Nothing he can think of is dramatic enough.

Meanwhile, the Bats are freaking out because who is this guy that’s taken over half of the Gotham underworld in like a month? He’s obviously trained, but they just can’t seem to get any information on who he is or where he came from. It is beyond frustrating.

After a few months Jason is frustrated that he just can’t seem to find any dramatic good way of making Batman prove himself. It has to be something big! Something magnificent!

During his weekly chat with Talia he complains about his problems and she suggests he come back for a visit. He argues that he can’t just leave, but she says if he has competent enough lieutenants it’d be fine. He spends the next three weeks making sure that everything will be fine if he leaves for a week. He will not have all of his hard work falling apart and going to waste due to incompetence. Absolutely not.

So then once his lieutenants are sufficiently prepared (and the rest of Gotham’s criminal element sufficiently cowed), he heads to Nanda Parbat, only to find Ra’s on the phone with Bruce, who is demanding to know if the Red Hood has any affiliation with the league.

Oh. Oh. He can give them affiliation.

A new plan begins to form.

He’s going to be the most affiliated he can be. Jason immediately goes to Talia with his newest plan: Overthrow Ra’s and takeover the league. Talia whips out her forty step outline for overthrowing Ra’s and tells Jason she’s so proud of him.

Jason has a new goal now, so he gets to work. He checks on things in Gotham, but everything seems to be fine and there haven’t been any unplanned explosions so it should be fine if he stays here for a bit.

Taking over Gotham really was good practice, as it turns out. Thanks to Talia’s plans and previous foundational efforts the takeover happens in no time.

Meanwhile the bats are still freaking out. Red Hood hasn’t been seen in three weeks, he may or may not have league of assassins connections, and even in his absence his goons seem to be managing things competently.

Back in Nanda Parbat, Jason and Talia finish their takeover. And now, finally, he’s ready to confront Batman.

He arrives in Gotham as the new head of the league. His arrival is loud, elaborate, and dramatic enough to fulfill his inner theater kid’s dreams.

Batman is speechless. And not his usual grunts instead of words, but actual surprised speechless. Jason is alive?!?!?!?

Jason was not expecting all the tears. And hugs. And mother henning. Goodness gracious, this was not part of the plan.

Bruce is obviously struggling with Jason’s revelation that he took over the league, but the newest little birdie seems almost relieved at that(?) and Dick and Alfred both seem strangely proud. Whatever. Even Bruce seems to be at least mostly ignoring that for now.

Then someone asks him if he knows Red Hood. Jason blinks. Says that yeah, he knows Red Hood. Everyone seems to ease at that. One mystery solved. Jason quickly realizes that most of them have no idea he is Red Hood. Cass seems to be the only exception but also appears amused and willing enough to not mention it.

Dramatic appearance complete, Jason now has a new goal: see how long he can keep the bats (minus Cass and potentially Alfred) in the dark about his crime boss identity.

He will bribe Cass as much as it takes to keep her on board with the causing chaos plan, but she seems eager enough. Favorite sibling status definitely unlocked. (The whole killing thing is fought over at great length and a truce of sorts is eventually made)

David Cain is never heard from again.

Damian shows up at some point.

At least one league member has suddenly found themselves as an HR rep for Gotham criminals? They’re still not quite sure how that happened.

[fandom-s0up]

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[hana-no-seiiki]

menace / cat villain! reader only that it’s all an act and once the curtains have closed, the costumes gone, the stage empty — they just revert back to their socially awkward self.

the difference is so jarring that it’s giving superman to clark kent vibes that literally no one could recognize them even if they just wore glasses as a civilian + no mask as a villain.

(yknow that one scene in the fontaine story quest where furina put the ‘archon’ mode on and was like “i will even judge the gods of this world!’ yeah i keep imagining reader doing that in their normie awkward civilian self and it’s still giving me goosebumps) (i high recommend w i n t e r’s furina playlist for max goosebumpery)

[alyakthedorklord]

Bat Poker Face Training

Dick, Steph, Cass, Tim, and Jason all crammed into someones room, with a kidnapped Duke sitting awkwardly with them, kinda scared.

Duke: “Uh… what’s going on?”

Steph, completely blank faced and standing ominously in the corner: “It has come to our attention that you require training.”

Duke: “Bruce is already teaching me really well-“

Jason, also blank faced: “That’s bat training. This is robin training.”

Cass, carefully but without a single emotion: “Sibling training.”

Dick, face just as blank as all his other siblings: “It’s much more fun.”

Duke, freaked out by the empty faces: “Am I being hazed?”

Jason: “Eh, maybe. Scared?

Tim, not giving Duke a second to reply: “Yes, he is. It’s written all over his face. And while its okay to be scared, sometimes hiding your true emotions in the field is a matter of life, death, and secret identities.”

Dick: “You’re going to be flustered. Humiliated. Terrified. Angry. Relieved. Your vigilante ID dragged through the mud in front of you as a civilian. Someone worried about your civilian ID and you need to keep them away.“

Tim: “Not just as a Bat, but a Wayne. Some dinosaur at a gala is going to say the most out of pocket thing you’ve ever heard in your life and you’ve just got to stand there.”

Duke: “So that’s the reason you’re doing the creepy thing?”

Steph: “Yes Duke. You need to have a poker face that Even Superman can’t break. That even a Fifth-dimensional Imp can’t crack! And that is the purpose of our training tonight!”

Duke, getting the program now: “Okay. I’m ready.”

Jason, allowing a creepy grin to slide over his face: “Don’t be so sure. Because what we are about to show you… it has broken Batman.”

Dick: “Damian is too innocent to see it, which is why he isn’t here.”

Steph: “If you can handle this, you can handle anything.”

Tim, tapping on his computer, chanting under his breath: “the horrors, the horrors, the horrors…”

Duke, terrified of what Tim is about to pull up, on the edge of his seat wondering what on earth can shake the Bat of Gotham, what the family considers too awful for thier arguably LEAST innocent member to see, what vile images he’s about to be shown…

Tap. The screen lights up white.

Duke: “No.”

Jason, grin widening: “We’ll be reading this aloud, for your entertainment.”

Duke, trembling and inching towards the door: “No.”

Steph, vice grip on Duke’s arm: “There’s no escaping it, Signal. This is your mission- to stay completely pokerfaced through Real Person Fanfiction of us- the Batfamily. And co, of course.”

Duke, sobbing: “Please, why… why would you do this to yourselves… oh god, is that… is that… is that Kate with Bruce? She’s a lesbian! And his cousin!”

Steph: “They don’t know that, Duke. They know nothing. And the depths of a human imagination is comparable to the depths of the ocean… there’s some weird shit down there.”

Tim, without a single emotion on his face, least of all mercy: “I had to sit through Young Justice fawning over Dick and Bruce. Do you know what they said? About my own father figure? Right in front of my salad? I was lucky I was wearing a mask. I cried, and I cried in silence. They knew NOTHING, because I showed nothing. This is what you must achieve.”

Jason: “I’ve had to listen to criminals talk about what they’d do to the ‘Prince of Gotham’ and not twitch. I’ve had to listen to both goons and civilians play fuck marry kill with our vigilante identities and not move a muscle. I know this feels like overkill, but trust me, it’s not.”

Dick: “Don’t worry, we’ll keep it mostly PG. Tim? Begin with the wildly out of character and aggressively heteronormative Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman love triangle. Then maybe we’ll work our way up to slash readers and…” shudders in horror, “…batcest.”

Duke: “NOOOOOOOO!!!”

[little-lovett]

there is SO much depth and beauty in the stories we hear in sweeney todd. a murderer who was once a doting father, so blind with hatred and anger towards the world that he couldn’t even see his own wife and daughter, staring him right in the face. a woman down on her luck and in love, trying so desperately to make a connection with a deeply broken and disturbed human. an unfortunately innocent and unknowing boy who ended up being the one who could sense the dark truth. a love at first sight that refused to die, even when torn apart by the disgusting perversion of a greedy abuser. sweeney todd is about all of these people, doing absolutely horrible things, all out of some form of love. that’s the beauty of sweeney todd. sweeney killed for a father and husband’s love. lovett baked real people with real lives into pies to maintain a shallow, lustful relationship she impossibly dreamed would bloom into true romance. turpin destroyed an innocent family because he could not contain his ‘love’ for a pretty woman and her daughter. toby slit a throat because his mother figure was all he had, and he loved her, simply and purely, as an innocent child loves a mother. their love is the purest of all in the story.

but my point is — yes, sweeney todd is about a murderer and his accomplice who cannibalizes and sells his victims. but it’s not. sweeney todd is about love. how love is even stronger and more dangerous than the deepest hate. it’s about how love can destroy people. this show is so beautifully, deeply, disgustingly human. and this dark, telling tale is somehow warped into some of the most gorgeous music to ever be written and made hilarious, lovable, and entertaining. musical theatre is truly magic. human nature is love and filth and greed. sweeney todd perfectly embodies both of these ideas.

[littlediscoveredstars]

A List of Movies The Batfam Couldn’t Handle

Bruce: Land Before Time

Dick: Dumbo

Jason: Brother Bear, Treasure Planet

Tim: Frozen, The Little Prince

Damien: Lilo & Stitch, Fox & Hound, Bambi, Never Ending Story, All Dogs go to Heaven (any movie where the dog dies/ animal abuse)

Duke: Spirited Away

Cass: Iron Giant

I couldn’t think of any for Steph or Barbara, but I may add some later on.

Edit: I wrote a fic!

[sweaty-toothed-mad-woman]

I love how when Neil walks in after he got in the play he said “I got the part” first and then later said he got the lead because it makes me think that even if he’d gotten ensemble he would’ve had the same energy and joy even with a smaller part he was just happy to be part of a play

[bunbunpa]

What if we were old and we did cannibalism murder and I was in love with you but you wanted vengeance for your dead wife. Hm? What if?

[future-crab]

Still not over Sweeney Todd what do you meannnnn his wife was alive the whole time what do you meannn she was literally the first person he met when he returned to London but he couldn't recognize her because she didn't match the image of her in his head that he'd fixated on for the past 15 years, what do you meannnnnnn he killed his wife because he thought if he didn't he'd lose his chance to avenge his wife???

[can-of-w0rmz]

I drew furry Sweeney Todd to troll my friends. This is, however, your sign that I can draw furries. Please commission me.

[magnoliasandarson]

birds and shutterbugs

Tim Drake was cutting it close, and he knew it, but this was the coolest night of his whole life. Perched on the other end of the roof, ranting at one of the frankly horrifying stone gargoyles, was Robin.

Not just any Robin, but the one he had seen make Batman laugh. Sure, the flips were cool when Dick wore the suit, but Jason was just so cool. He unscrewed the cover on his camera, cautiously adjusting his crouch so he could get a better angle. He knew Jason had freckles from going to classes with him, but he had never managed to catch a clear enough picture of Robin where he could see the freckles.

"-nother thing, he just expects me to want to rotate the tires on the Batmobile. Just 'cuz I tried to steal them doesn't mean I want to touch the fuckin' things ever again. And don't get me started on Dickface, always bitchin' an moanin' bout how unfair it is that soo many people wanna date 'im," Jason was waving his hands at the gargoyle, and Tim was distinctly reminded of watching the older boy perform as Mark Antony in Caesar.

It was almost too easy to snap pictures during the tirade, but when the boy wonder paused to take a swig from a Bat Burger cup, Tim realized he forgot to silence the shutter. It was comical, and in any other situation (preferably several rooftops away), Tim might've laughed, but seeing the narrowed eyes of a domino mask zero in on him- made his blood run cold.

Tim watched the empty Bat Burger cup drop onto the roof in what could only be described as abject horror, "Who, and I can't stress this enough, the fuck are you?"

Any moisture in Tim's mouth dried in half a heartbeat when his hero started towards him. "Uh—um," he fumbled to stash his camera back in his bag. "I'm uh—no one?"

Robin smiled in a way that was somehow still terrifying, "No one? Is that a family name?"

"No?" Tim was so screwed. Jason- Robin wouldn't hurt him, Robins never hurt kids, but if his parents found out about his nightly activities...

"You sure about that?" Robin was within reach now, his arms crossed around his middle, "You don't sound sure, no one. What're you doin' out here anyways?"

Tim inched backwards towards the fire escape as subtly as he could muster, "I'm a tourist?"

Robin's smile got even wider, "You're what- tourin' darkened rooftops?"

"And shady alleys!" Tim tried to joke, but it came out more as a squeak. Puberty sucks.

Robin laughed, and internally Tim screamed with accomplishment. He, Timothy Drake, the world's dorkiest shadow, had just made Jason Todd, ROBIN, laugh. Best night of his whole life, by miles. Life could not get better. Robin straightened, still smiling with his hands perched on his hips, "So no one, can this tour include a stop at the diner down the block? Dunno 'bout you, but I'm feelin' a waffle."

Tim wasn't opposed to being wrong.

[factual-flittermouse]

For those that hc Jason Todd as a theater kid, would you say he tends to make … much ado about nothing?

[kittykatninja321]

“People are exaggerating Bruce’s adoption craze” ok but not with Jason tho. He straight up picked him up off the street like a stray puppy because he had empty nest syndrome. Jason didn’t need to be Robin he just needed a safe place to stay but Bruce missed having a little buddy with him 🙈