#under the red

[sodaabaa]

dcu masterlist

stories 

bruce wayne 

little fox. in looking for help from his friend and ally, lucius fox, bruce wayne finds a rather curious young woman working in his stead. 

jason todd 

stolen tires. jason returns to gotham after the world believed him to be dead 

one shots

jason todd 

boss. reader is eager to work with the redhood, he's not so thrilled.

[everwalldigan]

Bruce: who are you? A new crime lord?

Jason: *takes off his helmet*

Bruce: *squints suspiciously* a new crime lord who looks like a grown up version of my dead son?

Jason: *sighs in annoyance and forces a bright smile*

Bruce: JASON THE NEW CRIME LORD???

[glitter-stained]

Random goon: Hey boss, were you the one to pick that name as an alias? And why this one?

Red Hood : I used to have another name, before... A long time ago. But that person is dead now. I get to choose for myself now, they can't take that from me. I won't let them.

Goon: Huh.

***

Random Goon: Say boss, why do you never take off your shirt in front of us?

Red Hood: Well uh, I actually have that really fucked scar on my chest and I'm not comfortable with...

Random Goon: Don't worry boss, we get it, you don't have to explain yourself to us.

***

Red Hood, high on some toxin: God, I wish my family...

Random Goon (on boss-sitting duty): why not try reaching out to them?

Red Hood: They would never accept me as I am now... They wouldn't agree with my so-called "life choices". Besides, they don't miss me, they miss the person they think I used to be... I wasn't even a man when I last saw them.

Random Goon: Damn boss, that sucks.

***

And then the goons throw the Red Hood a party on trans visibility day and Jason is so confused he straight up cries.

[obi-pap]

Forgot to post for Jason's birthday here jsjs

[shyjusticewarrior]

Two things can be and are true at once.

Robin Jason was a sweet, kind kid who cared about victims. He also had righteous rage and violent tendencies towards those he thought deserved it.

Being Robin gave him magic and as Robin he shattered a man's collarbone with no remorse.

[cocomuffy]

Dick: So you like, were in that Lazarus pit...

Jason: Yes?

Dick: And it like... healed you of everything and... it made you brand new and-

Jason: Get to the point..?

Dick: How do you STILL HAVE KNEE SCARS?!

Jason: What do you mean?

Jason's knee scars from the Boy-Robin Boy-Shorts™:

Jason: HOW ARE THEY STILL THERE?!

Dick: AND WHY DO I HAVE THE SAME ONES?

Jason: We have to talk to Tim and Damian. This might be a Robin thing..

*they do so*

Tim: Oh, those? Yeah, you guys have had those since you were little. They're from the lack of pants.

Dick: How do you-

Tim, maniacally: I have so many videos of you all falling flat on your faces and scraping your knees...

[forgotten-daydreamer]

You can fight me on this, IDGAF, but "I'm not talking about killing Penguin, or Scarecrow, or Dent, I'm talking about him. Just him. And doing it because... because he took me away from you." is one of DC's most perfectly crafted short monologues ever. It sums up a whole character in a few, simple lines. It sums up Jason's motives, hopes, and pain.

[myshipsbesailing]

Dick, pointing to Jason's photo : This is Jason. He was our brother. He liked literature and was very good at school. People would've told you he was violent but he was the sweetest and would've never been on the wrong side.

Damian, who has seen Jason training in the League of Assasins to commit homicide and probably mass murder in Gotham : Okay

[flonflonflon]

His look with the bandages.......... erm, have another scrib of Jason I did based on that wahoo I care he o(-(

[northgazaupdates]

10 February 2024

After 12 days with no updates, the PRCS announced the deaths of 6 y/o Hind Rajab and the ambulance team who volunteered to go save her. Despite the PRCS working with the IOF to coordinate safe passage for the ambulance, the ambulance was found destroyed by IOF bombs, with both volunteer crew members Yusuf Zeino and Ahmed Al-Madhoun murdered inside. Hind was murdered inside the car, where she had been trapped for hours with the bodies of her family members.

Hind’s 15 y/o cousin Layan Hamadeh had called PRCS emergency services after the car in which she and her family, including her younger cousin Hind, came under heavy gunfire by the IOF. Layan was shot to death while on the phone with PRCS emergency dispatchers, a fact which is documented via recordings of the phone call. Hind then took the phone and begged the dispatchers to send help to take her away, as the IOF was still showering the car with bullets. Ambulance crew members Yusuf Zeino and Ahmed Al-Madhoun volunteered to go rescue Hind. Dispatchers soon last contact with the child. They then lost contact with Yusef and Ahmed when the ambulance arrived near the location of the vehicle by Fares petrol station in Tal Al-Hawa.

This point cannot be emphasized enough: the PRCS worked with the IOF, getting their agreement not to attack the ambulance as it arrived at the scene. The IOF agreed, and then knowingly bombed the ambulance anyway, while also knowingly killing 6 y/o Hind inside her family’s car. They knew there was a 6 y/o child inside that car, and kept firing until they murdered her. They knew the entire time what they were doing, and lied about cooperating with emergency services in order to maximize the number of lives they could take.

The depravity and impunity of the occupation is truly boundless. Hind’s final hours were spent in absolute terror, and Yusuf and Ahmed’s courage and selflessness were rewarded with their murders. The PRCS did everything right. They coordinated with the IOF and sought their permission for the ambulance to pass, something which was already required under international law. The IOF abused this attempt at cooperation by lying about their compliance, then deliberately murdering Hind, Yusuf, and Ahmed, in addition to Layan and her entire family.

We write this update in tears, having hoped and prayed for a different outcome like everyone else. This round of aggression by the IOF has already seen unimaginable cruelty, suffering, and impunity. The complete, deliberate, and flagrant violation of international law and human decency is a stain on the conscience of the Global North and every president, staffer, soldier, and bureaucrat who made this happen. May the recorded voices of Layan and Hind, begging for rescue before dying alone, haunt them for the rest of their days.

Remember Hind, Layan, Yusuf, and Ahmed. Do not let despair consume you. Fight for them, for a permanent ceasefire, for accountability, and for whatever justice can be achieved, even if it seems small and pointless. Tell the world what the occupation has done, share the recordings and the updates from people on the ground. No matter how bleak things are, it is always worthwhile to tell the truth and fight for what’s right.

Keep Hind’s mother, grandfather, and surviving relatives, and the families of Yusuf and Ahmed in your hearts.

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Recordings: Layan, Hind

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[akanemnon]

Wow, not even 5 seconds in and they're already starting a fight.

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[sodaabaa]

boss

jason todd x reader reader is eager to work with the redhood, he's not so thrilled about it.

“GCPD’s got a suspect for the Red Hood, thought you’d be interested.” 

I almost lost my shit. For months I’ve been tracking the Red Hood, fascinated by his methods to deter crime in Gotham... which is near impossible but he somehow managed to do it. 

“Stop lying.” I said to Cindy, one of the forensic scientists at the GCPD, my inside source, also my best friend. 

“I heard it was a tip from some anonymous caller. Called the hotline and gave the name ‘Jason Todd,’ swearing he was the Red Hood.” 

“I’ll be there in ten.” I replied and hung up the phone. 

I rushed to my small closet, stumbling over the clutter of the studio apartment. Being a rookie lawyer left me no time to clean, cook, or do anything outside of researching cases and being the firm’s errand girl. 

I grabbed my nicest pant suit, a navy blue suit and a silky white undershirt. I brushed through my hair as fast as I could and then grabbed my briefcase, bolting out the front door. I was finally gonna meet him. 

“What are you doing here, you’re not allowed back here.” 

I looked behind me where a cop stood, probably the one who made the arrest.

“I’m his attorney.” I lied.

“He didn’t ask for no lawyer.” He said gruffly.

“Well I’m here and he’s my client. I’d like to speak with him.” I held my ground. I was not about to let a beat cop rob me of my chance to meet Gotham’s most notorious vigilante.

The cop rolled his eyes but unlocked the door regardless. 

“You’ve got twenty minutes.” 

“Actually, since there isn’t much evidence, you’ve got only 48 hours to keep him here.” 

The cop didn’t say anything, I gave him a sly smile and braced myself before walking into the dreary room.

The door closed behind me, the man sitting in the chair didn’t even blink.

I took a seat in front of him and almost passed out from the sight of him. His hair was jet black with the exception of a small streak of white that fell in front of his deep blue eyes. His clenched jaw was strong and lips plump. Fading scars peppered his forehead and neck. His large, callused hands were handcuffed in front of him. 

He looked straight at me and it was an effort not to sink into my seat.

“Who are you?” His voice was harsh, deep like he’d just smoked a pack of cigarettes. 

“I’m your knight in shining armor.”

“...Or knight in a navy blue paint suit more like.” I joked, trying to ease the tension. 

I was met with the ever so slight curve of his lips. I’ll take it.

“I didn’t ask for a lawyer.” He replied, tilting his head to the side.

“Well now you’ve got one. I intend to keep you out of Blackgate so work with me.” 

“Why.” Not a question, a demand.

“Because you’re not a bad guy, despite what those morons out there think.” I replied earnestly.

Another smirk, accompanied with a spark in his eyes. 

“Go over the details of your arrest with me.” I said.

So we did, he told me how he got arrested and even gave an alibi for what he was doing last night when Red Hood was out. If he had an alibi, was this even the right guy? 

After going over everything, I left the room to talk with the cops who arrested him and the cops who got the tip. They still had no evidence which gave me the leeway I needed to get him out of here.

“Well detective, you don’t even have reasonable doubt let alone hard evidence. I’d like you to release my client. He’s clearly not the man you’re looking for.” I concluded.

Begrudgingly, the detective did as I asked. He gave me the handcuff keys and I thanked him for his time. 

I walked into the interrogation room with a considerable amount of pep in my step. As I walked in, I dropped the keys on the table in front of him. 

“You’re welcome.” I sang.

He looked at me through his brows and slipped his hands out of the handcuffs before I could even blink. He didn’t even look at the cuffs.

My mouth gaped but before I could say anything he got up and I stepped back, shocked at the size difference between the two of us. My average-leaning-on-small figure was dwarfed by his broad shoulders and chest, he was well over six feet. He rolled his shoulders, I had to keep myself from shuddering. I hadn’t expected this.

“Thank you” was all he said before he left the room. 

Snapping out of my daze I ran after him. By the time I got to the main lobby of the precinct, he was already gone. I ran (more like speed walked) through the people, reaching for the door and bolting outside.

I spotted him walking a few feet away.

“Hey!” I yelled. He didn’t turn.

I sprinted to get to him, “hey!” 

He stopped, sighed, and turned around.

“What?” 

“What?” I mocked. 

“I just saved your ass from going to jail and you just leave like that?” 

“What do you want.” He said, clearly annoyed.

“What I want, is to work with you. Partners. Ever since you took control of the crime ring, crime rates have plummeted and I want to help you.” I explained.

“No.” He said, making to walk away again before I grabbed his arm.

He looked down at where I had grabbed him and then back to me.

“Are you really him?” I asked.

He said nothing, but his eyes darting back to the precinct behind us gave me all the answer I needed. 

“Let me help you.” “I don’t need help.”

“You clearly did today.”

“They weren’t gonna arrest me, no evidence. I didn’t need a lawyer to explain that.” I huffed, looking up at him. “Let me be your partner.” “I work alone.” 

“‘I work alone’” I mocked. 

“Stay away from me.” He ordered.

I opened my mouth to protest again but he leaned towards me, pointing a finger in my face, “I mean it.” 

Then he turned and walked away. I was left standing on the gloomy streets of Gotham. But I’m not going to give up, I won’t stay away.

I dressed in all black, covered up from prying eyes, an attempt to blend into the night to avoid unwanted attention. The cold night air kissed my face as I walked through the neighborhood, using my phone to navigate towards Red Hood’s base. 

I miraculously made it to the area, peering over a dusty brick wall trying to avoid being seen. He wasn’t here, probably patrolling the surrounding area. 

Before I could move, a grimy hand covered my mouth and I started thrashing around.

“Boss is gonna love this one.” A thin accented voice said behind me. My eyes widened, so not only was there two grimy men grabbing hold of me, but they were also going to take me to some “boss.” I silently prayed, please don’t let me die like this, I’m a decent person, I swear I’ll be better. 

I kept thrashing around to no avail, what did I get myself into? 

One held me back while the other put a sack over my head and then the one holding me threw me over his shoulder all while I tried my hardest to fight back, kicking, punching, and screaming. 

I was thrown onto the ground and the sack was lifted off my head, but not before the two men tied my hands behind my back and my legs together in front of me. “What the hell do you want?” I yelled. 

The men merely stepped away and called someone, their “boss” probably. 

I kept trying to get out of the ropes, occasionally stopping to scream and threaten the men. 

I don’t know how much time passed before I heard footsteps behind me. I tensed up. This is really how I’m gonna die. 

I curled my knees into my chest and tucked my head in, trying to protect vital organs and my face in the case that this boss guy was gonna kick me to death.

The footsteps started again, and I lifted just my eyes to see the clunky leather boots stopped in front of me. 

“We caught her snoopin’ around the corner boss, what do you wanna do with her?” One of the men said.

He crouched down, I didn’t think it was possible to tense my entire body anymore. 

I flinched when my chin was met with cold, hard metal. My eyes widened, it was a gun. He used it to lift my chin, my eyes meeting the man in front of me. 

I let out the biggest sigh I’ve ever let out as my body relaxed. 

“It’s just you.” I said, letting my body slump against the wall. 

He turned his head to the men behind him, “get out of my sight, if you pull this shit again I’ll cut pry your eyes out of your empty heads and feed them to you.” His voice was colder than the metal of the gun. 

The men stuttered over apologies and stumbled out of the room.

The Red Hood didn’t untie me though, he merely crouched before me and cocked his head to the side. 

“Are you insane? Do you know what kind of people live in this area? You’re lucky it was my guys who took you and not some rapist creep.” His words were harsh, his voice dark. 

I smiled sheepishly and shrugged, “I told you I want to work with you. I meant it.” 

He shook his head,  “You are insane” he said, but I could hear a twinge of amusement in his voice.

“Do you mind untying me?” I gave him an innocent look, gesturing to the ropes at my ankles.

He leaned in close, his masked face inches away from mine. An arm made its way around my body and with a swift slice of a knife, he cut the ropes binding me. He repeated the same to the ropes around my ankles. He stood up and then leaned over, wrapping a gloved hand around my arm and yanking me up. 

I yelped at the sudden movement but his hand was firm around my upper arm as he turned me to face him. I stumbled but he kept me upright.

“Why do you want to work with me so desperately?” 

“You’re the only one who truly fights for those less fortunate. The system is corrupted from the inside and frankly, the other vigilantes in Gotham aren’t any better at preventing people from getting hurt.” I said, glancing at the bat insignia on his chest.

He seemed to understand the look and paused before saying, “why do you care?” 

A lump formed in my throat, I swallowed. “I was...hurt. By someone, someone with the money and resources to keep my voice stifled. Seven months ago, you killed him. But not before making sure he suffered like all of his victims. You did what the police, what the courts, couldn’t.” 

The hand that was still around my arm lightened its grip. 

“Who?” His voice softened but I could hear the anger.

“James Holder.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

He cursed, removing his hand from my arm.

“What could you possibly help me with?” He asked.

I looked up at him, a smile forming on my lips as I replied, “I have contacts in the GCPD as well as the D.A’s office, I can get you up to date information on anyone who’s hurting people. I know my way around computers and I can protect you from the GCPD. Let me help you, I won’t let you down.” 

He considered for a moment. “Can you handle it? I’m not Batman, I kill and maim and torture. I have no tolerance for anyone who hurts innocent people. If that scares you-” “It doesn’t, I can handle it. I promise.” I cut in before he could finish. 

I could practically feel his eye roll behind that bucket of a mask.

“Fine. But don’t get in my way, you supply information, communicate with me while I patrol and you stay out of danger’s way do you understand me?” 

I hopped up in excitement and clapped my hands, “yes, yes I understand! Thank you, thank you!” I squealed. 

He let out a breath that I assume was a laugh as he shook his head, muttering to himself, she’s crazy.

Honestly, I think he’s right.

He took his helmet-mask off, ruffling a gloved hand through his hair. 

“When do I start boss? And where exactly am I going to work from?” 

He gave me a pointed look, “don’t call me boss. Jason will do.”

[fact-dogsarehappiness]

There’s an alternate universe where Jason Todd got killed via tumblr poll where only like 20 people actually voted on whether or not to kill him and the other 20,000 voted the vanilla extract option

[lil-vibes]

was sick this whole week so im beaming it straight to narinder

[daredevil-vagabond]

And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem

Cicada Jason.

[dragonpyre]

Ever think about how fucking insane it is that Jason was 19 when he did his whole "make Batman murder Joker" plan? Imagine being a high profile mob boss and a zit covered college freshman comes in and rocks your shit before proceeding to commit domestic terrorism all because he thinks his dad doesn't love him