#who killed jason blossom?

[bettydonnas]

when riverdale ends i think we should just start collectively rewatching it from the very beginning once a week like it never ended and is actually just beginning . therefore entering ourselves into the eternal cycle of riverdale

[maddy-ferguson]

the thing about riverdale is that it was always silly. it was never 100% serious. it has been ridiculous since season 1. the jughead weirdo scene happens in episode 10 maybe. so when people say things like "oh it used to be great but i stopped watching when it got ridiculous in season 3" it always confuses me because it got ridiculous way before that

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"I let you down"

When the Joker sent the tapes to Batman, you were forbidden to see them, and your heart shattered seeing him buried 6 feet under.

You and Jason have known each other for a good while. You were already under Batman's wing, known as Red Hawk. When you met Jason when Bruce adopted him, you two instantly clicked and were best friends ever since. And soon enough, a sense of love blossomed between the two of you.

After that, you pulled out of the crime fighting gig, knowing you weren't at your best when your love was taken from you.

A few years later, you still haven't moved on. Everything reminded you of Jason Todd.

Soon, word went around that a new anti-hero was running around gotham killing criminals. He was later identified as Red Hood.

It was then heard that Red Hood was out for Batman. You knew you couldn't go back to being a hero, but you called Dick and he assured you that they have the situation handled.

A month later, you get a call from Alfred, telling you to come to the manor quickly. You tried to decline, but Alfred said it was important, and you knew that if Alfred says it's important, then it's serious.

When you arrived, Alfred told you to meet Brice and Dick at Jason's grave. Your eyes widen, and your eyebrows furrow. Why would they need you at Jason's grave?

You rushed over, and from the distance, you can see the silhouette of Bruce and Dick standing over the freshly dug ground, staring into the hole that Jason was buried in.

You looked at them in confusion but then glanced down at jason's tomb. The casket was open.

And it was empty.

Your breath sped up, and it became uneven. You felt like you were to pass out.

"Where is he?" You whispered, not to anyone in particular. Then you turned to Bruce and Dick who still stared at the empty casket.

"BRUCE, WHERE IS HE??" You screamed, making for throat itch.

You were back at the manor in Jason's old room. It still smelled like him. You were on his bed, clutching his pillow.

"Where are you, Jason?" You cried to yourself.

You went back to your home, instructed by Bruce, with Dick staying in contact with you, updating you on their search for Jason's body.

Your phone rang.

You quickly picked it up, seeing Dick's name on the ID caller.

"He's alive," was all you processed when Dick called you. The only other thing you processed was "And he is Red Hood."

You hung up, pacing around your apartment, chewing on your lip.

Jason's Red Hood? Your Jason? And he's out for Batman?

You thought you needed a while to process. But you kept yourself locked in your room for two months. Only coming out to use the toilet and when Dick forced you out of bed to eat.

What you didn't know that soon enough, Red Hood hadn't made up with his adopted father, but they're now on a bumpy road towards reconciliation.

Jason told Dick not to tell you that they've somewhat made up. He wanted to talk to you himself. In person.

You went into your room after treating yourself to a glass of water.

You lost all senses when you saw Red Hood standing in your bedroom, staring at polaroid pictures of you two on the wall.

When he heard you come in, he turned, looked at the ground, and slowly took off his helmet.

"Hi, doll," he said. He mentally slapped himself for it, thinking he could've said something more sensitive.

You didn't say anything. You couldn't say anything. What the hell were you supposed to say?

Jason took a breath.

"I'm sorry," he said lowly.

You didn't show it, but you were confused. Why was he apologising? What was he sorry for?

"I- I wanted to come back to you. I really did. But I did things. Horrible - unforgivable things that I can't take back. I know you stand by Bruce's morals. But- But after I came from the dead and heard Joker was still alive, I- I was so angry. I was angry at him, I was angry at Bruce. I was angry at Batman. I m'm not excusing my actions. But I knew if you found out, you'd- you'd hate me. Never look at me again and only see a monster every time you think of me. I'll get better! I pro- I promise, doll. I'm not asking you to forgive me I just-"

He couldn't finish what he was saying once you burst into a sob. You dug your palms into your eyes to stop yourself from crying, but to no avail.

Seeing you cry broke his heart, and he knew he hurt you so bad. He didn't know what to do. He took a steo forward, wanting to hold you.

Did you even want to hold him? Did you even want to hold such a monster? So he stopped himself from hugging you.

He took another deep breath.

"My sweet Y/N, I- I'm so sorr-" He was interrupted once more when you threw yourself at him, arms circling around his waist.

Jason was shocked. You were hugging him? Hugging an ugly monster who became something you'd hate?.

"I missed you so much- I- I thought I'd lost you forever," you cried into his chest.

Jason slowly wrapped his arms around you, gently placing his lips at the crown of your head.

"I missed you too, sweetheart"

"I'm sorry," you whimpered.

Jason's face scrunched up and pushed you off him, bending down to make eye contact with you.

"Why the hell would you be sorry?"

You furiously wiped away any tears left from your eyes.

"I-" You choked on another sob.

"You what, sweetheart?" He asked, pushing strands of hair away from your face.

"I- I let you down," you sniffled.

Jason's eyes widened and his grip on your shoulders tightened.

"No- no, no. Why would you think you let me down? I- I'm the one who let you down! I went on a killing spree, I wanted to kill Batman!"

"I couldn't save you! If- Maybe if I had gone with Bruce to find you I could've-"

It was Jason's turn to interrupt you as he pulled you back into a tight embrace.

"You didn't let me down, doll. You could never let me down. I was going to die either way," his whispers muffled as he leaned his lips against your head as you cried.

It was true. Whether you went with Batman or not to look for Jason, the Joker still would've had him killed. Or had the both of you killed.

But he's here now. And he's making an effort to get better. That's all that matters to you.

"I love you so much," you say, your voice muffled against his chest plated armour.

"I love you too, darling," he replied.

You both stood in each other's embrace for a good while before you broke the comforting silence.

"You copied me," you said quietly.

Jason's eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

You lifted your head, looking at him.

"I'm supposed to be Red, you stole my name," you smiled, eyes remaining bloodshot from tears.

Jason couldn't p but break into a smile at your comment as he placed a lingering kiss on your forhead.

"Red reminded me of you," he said.

You copied his smile as you both leaned into a starved, loving kiss, happy to be reunited.

[starry-bi-sky]

childhood friends danny and jason miscellaneous thoughts: because why not, i'm reworking ch2 because it no longer fits with the remaster of chapter 1 so i've been thinking of them, and i love talking about them. which you should totally go read the remaster because its 26k words and im very proud of it and it barely got any attention.

First off Ellie vapes. Mostly because I think its real fucking funny. The first time Danny finds out about it he gets all up in arms about it. Ellie at first thinks its because she's smoking -- which, helloooo pot meet kettle, Danny has been smoking for a lot longer than she has.

And then he throws a curveball at her and says he's upset specifically because its vaping. Like no, no. Dammit, if you're gonna fuck up your lungs you gotta do it properly, none of this cotton-candy flavored nonsense.

He plays it up for laughs and it's largely non-serious 'i can't believe you're using a vape', if only to hide the fact that he is genuinely displeased with his little sister smoking. Self-destructive behaviors and bad habits are his thing, thank you very much.

But, well, he knows he'd be a hypocrite if he told her he didn't like that she was smoking. He's aware its bad for him, but habits are hard to break and he's not particularly keen to break this one in particular.

Danny bullies her relentlessly about it whenever she vapes in front of him. Like don't be a loser, Elle, carry a carton of cigs and a lighter in your back pocket like the rest of us degenerates.

[more under the cut]

Secondly: Danny's piercings? He got the first lobe piercings as a lost bet from Sam in junior year, and they did it in her room with a needle, a small bottle of blood blossom extract, and an apple. He broke out in hives for a week after thanks to the blood blossom, but it prevented the hole from healing up :)

He got the rest done professionally at a piercing place in the Ghost Zone. He asked Johnny where to find it. Sam and Johnny (and Kitty) nearly convinced him into getting snakebites. He got an eyebrow piercing instead.

Danny's undercut is also self-done, he did it because Technus shot at him with an ectoblast and it missed hitting him, but set his hair on fire. Danny got it out pretty quickly, but it left his hair lopsided and obviously looking like it got burned by something. He went to Sam for help after the fight. He liked the way it looks so he's kept it that way since.

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Vlad brought up Jason once(1) in a taunt during a fight, and this was after Jason disappeared from the ghost zone, and Danny very. very nearly killed him on the spot. He hasn't done it since.

Which leads into the other thing: Grief Triggers! As I call them. All Banshees have them in this au.

While all banshees are, in general, in a permanent state of grief, Grief Triggers are a specific emotional response that can cause them to spiral into a state of intense, sometimes debilitating sorrow, and most of the time causes them to start wailing.

Banshees know what their Grief Triggers are and in general tend to try and build up a form of resistance against it so that, if something occurs that happens to trigger said grief, they can at least either get away from other ghosts to let loose or have enough control over themselves that it'll take more work to send them spiraling.

As expected, Jason is Danny's grief trigger. He's built up a pretty good resistance to it so that hey, talking about him and his death is easier than when Danny was fourteen. But a little more prodding and it will trigger, especially depending on who brings him up and how. (See: Vlad)

Grief Triggers also manifest relatively the same; with the induction of an intense state of grief and sorrow, but how a banshee acts on it can sometimes vary. Again, it depends on who triggers it and how. Some of them can get,,, violent, depending on how it happens.

Rath, this au's 'Dan', is a case of a banshee being put into the grief state caused by grief triggers and... never really leaving it. Which they usually do on their own, or with help depending on the severity of it.

At the time it happened Danny was going through the worst week of his life a second time: his best friend's ghost disappeared, then his family and friends all died right in front of him, and then he was stuck with someone who wasn't helping him through that grief.

He was already in the grieving state when Vlad tore out his ghost half. As a result, Vlad only made it worse. With that fury thrown into the mix, Vlad ended up getting torn apart and nobody else was close enough with nor could they get close enough to Rath to help him come down from the wailing state.

So Rath ended up getting stuck in a perpetual negative feedback loop of absolute misery, and well... drove himself insane. The rest of the world became collateral as a result.

-

the difference between Danny and Jason lies in the fact that Jason died, while Danny is dead.

-

I'm having more thoughts on the CFAU/TMWS universe banshees, actually.

Banshees are either born in the ghost zone from ectoplasm and are ecto-entities and work as banshees as how we know of them, or they're human spirits that died mourning someone and that grief was so intense that it turned them into a banshee. They're a little more rare.

These banshees typically mourn only one person, or sometimes they follow their Realm-born counterparts and choose a family to mourn for. Typically their own.

Ember is not a banshee; human spirit banshees are always mourning another person. However, her abilities emulate certain qualities of banshees: like the beautiful singing. But in comparison to an actual banshee, Ember's voice pales.

Does this mean Danny has the better singing voice? Yeah. Ember is incensed by this.

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If canon Danny and CFAU/TMWS Danny met, I think canon Danny would be kinda unsettled or off put by CFAU.

CFAU Danny still has some pretty core Danny traits, at least I like to think so -- his general drive to help people just out of compassion for them (even if it manifests differently at first due to trauma), his wit and humor, his fear of failing to protect his loved ones, all of those resonate with canon Danny.

However, canon Danny, as far as I can remember and as far as his wiki goes, rarely gets extremely angry or emotional. He gets irritated and he gets annoyed but him getting mad I don't think happens super often. CFAU Danny is the angrier one between Jason and Danny. It's one of the things I consider a division point between him and canon Danny as it's a result of him growing up in Crime Alley. Canon Danny is canonically shy and meek prior to becoming Phantom, CFAU Danny couldn't be -- he'd be dead already.

CFAU Danny's anger would off put canon Danny, in my opinion. His anger, his smoking, and for lack of a better term, his bloodlust would unsettle him.

Like, for example, say CFAU Danny gets transported to a canon (or canon-adjacent) Danny's universe. He's staying with canon for a little bit as they brainstorm how to get him back home, and CFAU Danny goes to school with canon if only so that he's not stuck in the house all day.

Whether they try and pass CFAU Danny off as canon's cousin or if the town already knows that he's another version of Danny, it doesn't matter. Because insert Dash.

Dash who, in CFAU Danny's world, has since learned not to fuck around with Danny or the other kids because Danny has long since asserted that he will beat his ass if he does. 'Fucking around' always predates the 'finding out', and Danny is happy to act as consequence.

(As my father told me (paraphrased) when I was a small child and full of uncontrollable anger: "there's gonna be a day where you're gonna hit someone, and they're gonna hit you back")

And canon Dash, who is used to canon Danny who kinda just takes it because it means that he won't target other people, would see CFAU Danny. He'd notice the resemblance between him and canon, immediately try and go "oh new target!", and try and bully him the same way he does to canon. And Danny "I am the consequences of your actions" CFAU Fenton, instantly throws hands.

Just, CFAU Danny is kind but he's also Gotham-raised and full of bite; he's meaner than canon is. He's more ruthless too, especially in his ghost fights. The ease of which he slips into violence would, imo, discomfort canon. CFAU and Canon would eventually get along though, they're not so different that they'd be in constant clash of each other.

(Canon Danny and Danyal Al Ghul however,,, thats another post LMAO)

[mean-vampyre]

In the Riverdale Pride episode, a prominent gay leader of the community appears to have been murdered by strangulation with a flag the day before the parade.

Archie: Guys, Riverdale will never be safe until we find the homophobic killer who is trying to sabotage the parade with hate crimes.

Veronica: Archiekins, I agree that we cannot let Riverdale's first and best pride parade be ruined - God knows this town needs a little rainbow -, but we cannot assume that the killer is homophobic. He or she could be queer.

Betty: Yeah, Arch, Veronica is right. Girls, gays, and thems can be killers too. We cannot assume this is a hate crime. There have been plenty of gay killers in this town. It could be one of them.

Jughead: Classic serial killer narrative. The white picket fenced American dream is threatened by the gay man, so he turns into a killer to overcome his own phobias and conform to the ideal of toxic masculinity.

Veronica: Umm, Jughead, check your misogyny. This crime could have been committed by a lesbian.

Cheryl: I disagree. A lesbian would never make such a slanderous act of ill taste. It is far too overt to slay him with his own flag.

Toni: For all we know, the killer could be someone who wants to send a message. My bet is on Hiram. He is angry the LGBTQ+ association of Riverdale didn't let him sponsor the parade because palladium mines are funding his juvenile prison complex that incarcerates a lot of the serpent queer kids.

Veronica: My daddykins has done a lot of bad things, but he has yet to become a bigot. He is an ally and supports trans kids. In fact, he has been trying to get into the pharmaceutical business to develop his own line of hrt that would be far cheaper than what the current big pharma ghouls are selling.

Archie: Okay, fine. Let's assume the killer is a nonbinary biromantic asexual masc-presenting person. But why would they kill someone the day before the parade?

Tabitha: Wait, maybe this crime is related to a drug deal gone bad. Haven't there been a few of those in Riverdale in the past years?

Archie: Like Jason Blossom?

Betty: Yeah, exactly. This could be related to Jason.

Reggie: So you're saying they killed Jason because he was gay?

Betty: Reggie, aren't you listening? The fact that Jason Blossom was gay has nothing to do with the fact that he was killed. The killer had other motives.

Jughead: But the killer could be trying to recreate that murder. See, I don't think the question is who did it or why, but how much of the darkness of Riverdale is hiding in plain sight, waiting to corrupt all the good things that people are trying to make happen.

Gay Kevin: I'm gay.

[fadeintoyou1993]

That night, Sheriff Keller and Mayor McCoy saw what we watched in Archie's garage. Jason, tied to a chair, in the basement of a bar on the Southside of Riverdale, while a Serpent, Mustang, taunted him. Then, the unthinkable. Later, we would learn why my father confessed. Because Clifford Blossom visited him on the night of his arrest with a threat that I, Jughead Jones, would suffer the same fate as Jason Blossom if my father didn't confess. My dad was protecting me from a monster, and the nightmare was far from over. And our families, far from repaired… And though one question had been answered that night, that it was Clifford Blossom who killed Jason, a new mystery loomed over Riverdale. Why had he done it? It was a question only Clifford himself would be able to answer.

RIVERDALE (2017—2023) Chapter Twelve: Anatomy of a Murder

[fagfictions]

Black Widow Tim

Imagine Tim developing his own Brucie Wayne playboy persona, by becoming Gotham City's infamous Black Widow (but he doesn't kill his husbands.)

Tim knew when his parents had died that the Drake family name had died with them. They weren't considered old money with generational wealth, so their status began and ended with Janet and Jack. Okay, he's being a little bit melodramatic. He knew that he had enough money in the bank for him to live comfortably for most of his life, but forgive him for not wanting to live below his means.

After he had taken up the mantle of Robin, he saw how Bruce had cultivated this character that allowed him endless liberties and alibis for his vigilante life. He had also seen how Bruce would sometimes indulge in his playboy persona, satiating his lust for flesh - justified by the inherent nature of his playboy reputation. However, Tim could see how Bruce Wayne had relished in these carnal acts. To an impressionable young boy, this seemed like an obvious fool-proof plan.

With that being said, he had needed to cultivate who Timothy Jackson Drake exactly was, so there wouldn't be a link between him and Red Robin. He took some inspiration from Bruce's playboy persona, and decided to become a Black Widow. He knew that he needed a man to financially support Timothy Drake's lifestyle, and to elevate his social stature.

In the beginning he married for love, as he became Timothy Drake-Grayson. He married Richard Grayson, a humble police officer from Bludhaven... who also happened to be the son of a billionaire. If he wanted his long term plans to succeed, he needed to show that he was never a gold digger, looking for the biggest catch.

Tim loved being married to Dick as it became his official entry into the Wayne family as Bruce never legally adopted him. Dick was always a gentleman who had kept their home warm, despite all the fucked up shit they had to deal with as vigilantes. Their home life was a temporary sweet solace. However, Tim knew about Dick's notorious wandering eye as he would still see Nightwing constantly flirt with Starfire and Oracle. Tim knew that their agreement was never exclusive, but it didn't stop the hurt in his heart. After a year, he had filed for divorce from the man, since Dick wanted to pursue things with Babs in the end.

A few months later, Tim Drake got tangled in a whirlwind romance with a Crime City club owner, Jason Todd, thus he eventually became Timothy Drake-Todd. Much to the surprise of everybody, Jason was a better husband to Tim than Dick ever was. He was sweet, caring, and most importantly loyal. This agreement might've started off as a plot to piss off Bruce, but they ended up genuinely falling in love with one another. Jason's reputation and wealth in Crime Alley provided Tim with luxuries, but not the reputation that he had desired. A suspected mob wife could only achieve so much. After a very public hostage situation involving gang activities, Tim took this opportunity to divorce Jason, much to both of their own dismays.

Admittedly, Tim took a break from the dating scene a couple of years to really sell the idea that he was traumatized from his previous marriage. It wasn't until he was spotted having dinner with the infamous Wayne heir at a glitzy restaurant. Damian was everything Tim could have ever wanted. He had the riches and status that would alleviate Timothy Drake to his level. When Damian finally married him, he blossomed into Timothy Drake-al Ghul-Wayne. Damian was also very possessive with his love for him, so Tim knew that he safe from the upper echelon. Sure, there was an inside joke about noticing the pattern of Tim being ran-through by all of Bruce Wayne's sons, especially when it was revealed that Jason Todd was Bruce's son who "died". Furthermore, Tim had gotten the reputation of being a Black Widow in Gotham, having more husbands than half of the population, and still not being over his twenties. However, Tim took all of these in stride. As he had grown older, he knew that he wanted a family. He was still relatively friendly with his past husbands, and he knew that there was still love between them. To everyone's surprise, it was revealed that he had divorced Damian a few months later, yet he retained the last name. Nobody had known except Tim and his family.

But before the public could react to this, they were met with the announcement of an engagement between Timothy Drake-Wayne and Bruce Wayne. This confirmed the rumors of Timothy being passed around in the Wayne family, as it was revealed that he was marrying his former father-in-law x3. Despite all this talk, this would be Tim's final marriage and his longest lasting one.

This marriage also lead to the birth of ten beautiful children, who despite having the same parents, looked different from one another as if the sire of these children differed. His ex-husband Dick Grayson could be seen carrying a pair of twins to gymnastic practice. His ex-husband Jason Todd was spotted shopping for three pairs of onesies. His ex-husband Damian had brought his new "siblings" to his office job as all four of Tim's children caused some chaos in Wayne Enterprises. Finally, his husband, Bruce could be spotted cradling a baby in a golf course.

Every Gothamite was baffled at this new development, despite Tim having 3 ex-husbands in the same household, marrying his former father-in-law and giving them 10 new siblings, they all seemed to get along really well. If they were happy, who were they to judge?

He had finally settled on becoming Timothy Drake-Wayne, a name he had always wanted since he was a little boy. Despite all odds, he had also given children to all the men he had loved before.

tl;dr Tim going through the Bat family last names like he's calling attendance.

[tylermileslockett]

Atalanta #3 (Centaurs Attack)

As the girl blossoms into a young woman, she grows powerful and wild, like her patron goddess Artemis. And as a loyal devotee of the virgin Goddess, Atalanta also chooses to remain chaste. While trekking the hills of Mount Parthenium, she comes upon two centaurs, Rhoecus and Hylaeus, who, lusting after the girl, give chase. But the centaurs choose their prey poorly, for Atalanta is no helpless maiden, and she turns her fine archery skills upon them with brutal efficiency.

Centaurs (Kentauroi) were savage, lustful, half-man half-horse creatures that roamed the wilds, of Mount Pelion of Thessaly. The line of Centaurs begins with a mortal, King Ixion, who Zeus, suspecting of foul intention with his wife, tricks into laying with a cloud version of Hera. Strangely the race of centaurs are born from this union. For his transgression, Ixion is sent to Tartarus in the underworld for punishment, and tied to a burning, spinning wheel for eternity.

In the myth of the Centauromachy, king Peirithous of the Lapiths, sharing heritage of Ixion as father, invites the centaurs to his wedding celebration. However, the centaurs become drunk off the wine, and attempt to rape and kidnap the women of the party. The Lapiths fight back, and the heroes Jason and Theseus, being invited guests, help to fight off the creatures, finally driving them off.

Another centaur, Nessus, has the distinction of killing the great hero Hercules. When the centaur attempted to rape Hercules wife, Deanira, the hero used arrows tipped with the poisonous blood of the hydra to kill him. But as he lay dying, his blood soaking his vest, he told Hercules wife to use the vest as a love charm.

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[spoileralxrt]

This feels like a hot take nowadays, but Jara (Jason Todd/Yara Flor) was the best possible relationship that could’ve come out of the Elseworld’s Teen Titans. Do I think the series as a whole would’ve been better without a romance plot? Yes, of course, but man do I love Jara.

First of all, both of them are dealing with the pressure of carrying on the legacy of two of the original Teen Titans. I see Cara fans saying “oh, but Batgirl is a legacy name, too,” but it’s really not the same. Cass had Barbara in her corner while Jason and Yara didn’t have Dick or Donna in theirs (at least at the start/not in the same way that Cass had Babs.)

Also, despite the fact that the romance plot from #27 to #36 was forced I admit, they had chemistry before that. Almost from the start, before they were really friends or got along that well, they had banter! There was tension! There was already foreshadowing for the relationship that would blossom between the two of them by #5. 

The specific moment of foreshadowing that comes to mind in issue 5 is Roy’s thought boxes on page 26, where Roy compared the two to him and Donna. Most people say this makes no sense, that it would be better to make a comparison between Dick and Donna, I say this was purposeful to hint at how their relationship would develop.

And at the end, Yara was the one who was there for Jason after he killed Condiment King, helping him as he tried to figure out what it meant to have blood on his hands. All the others, especially Roy, turned their back on him without even asking why he did it (which I suppose we should blame the writers for more than the characters, and how rushed the entire ending is).

In conclusion, whether you like the ship or not, the writers were pushing it from the start. If you’re an Elseword’s Teen Titans fan, you can’t ignore it. Stop getting pissy when people enjoy the CANON ship, and stop trying to make a perfectly normal friendship a romantic relationship… but also qpr cara would slap.

[pickleking8]

11 - Adoption Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be - Chapter Eleven

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When Jason Todd was six years old, he believed in magic, and he thought that his father was the most magical of all. His dad, who worked so hard, and always came home late, with a resigned and drawn face, who still made sure to hug him, play with him, tuck him in and tell him a story before bed. Jason loved hearing the soft voice of his father spinning fantastic tales as he slowly slipped into sleep. He had a lot of magic, then. 

When Jason Todd was seven years old, his father went to prison, blamed for a petty crime he didn’t commit, and there was no more soft click of the door as his father came home, and no more stories, and no more soft voice lulling him to sleep. A little magic died, then. 

When Jason Todd was nine and a half (and it’s important never to forget the “and a half”, or he’ll be upset with you), when the house had gotten bare and his mother had gotten quiet, his father was killed in Arkham, in a brawl. Not the nicest way to go, as the drawling man on the phone had said, bored and indifferent. Then, a lot of magic died, to be replaced by sadness and anger. 

When Jason Todd was eleven, his mom died too, taking with her hugs and movie nights and warm tea and homework help, always ever so patient in explaining exponents for the tenth time, and many more numbers of things, including their apartment. She had gotten quieter, and sadder, after his father’s death, and didn’t really get better, but she still made time for him, and loved him the same, and made sure that he knew that. By then, Jason was nearly out of magic, and nearly full of other things, like rage and grief and sorrow and desolation.

When Jason Todd was twelve, after a year of running, from everyone and everything, he stole Batman’s tires and hit him with a tire iron. Right in the stomach, and Batman would deny until the day he died that he yelped. Soon, Gotham met Robin, and stood in admiration at his gaiety and delight with the world. Jason gained magic, then, and gained more and more as time went on and he healed, anger and sadness not gone, but not weighing him down. Jason fell into stories once again, into the magic that they wove, into helping others, into going to school. Jason was happy, and Jason was loved. 

When Jason Todd was fifteen, he died, and it was horrific. He was given hope for his mother, and it was ripped away. He was beaten, pain blossoming across his skin, before an explosion roared and a blast of hot air washed over his already flushed face. He died, wishing, hoping for his dad to come and save him, for his magic to be real, hoping against everything that his end would not be here, on a gritty concrete floor in a dimly lit warehouse. He died, feeling flames lap against his clothes, his fingers, his cheeks, protected not by the tears that ran down them in torrents, leaking from under a mask he believed would save him. He died, accompanied by the sound of sickly sweet, cackling laughter ringing in his ears, and, ever so faintly, so quiet he couldn’t be sure it was actually there, a quiet click of the final door closing, and soft voice telling him stories, lulling him into sleep. 

When Jason Todd had been dead a year and a half (sixteen, he would have been sixteen, a junior, exploring and loving everything in the way that teenagers do), he used up the last splinter of magic, born from hope, and clawed, screaming, choking, and crying, out of his grave, dark clay coating him and his favorite sweater, the bright baby blue smeared with an ugly, dried-blood red. When Jason Todd burst from the crumbling dirt, he was met with a cool, crisp night, fresh air (not rot, it didn’t smell like rot, he didn’t want to smell anything rotting ever again), and a woman, clad in flowing, dark clothing and smiling just like his mother used to. She said her name was Talia, and she helped him up, leading him away with a smile sweet as medicine. 

When Jason Todd had been dead three years (he would have been eighteen, gone to college, studied the books he always loved, learned as he always loved), he came back to Gotham angry and hurting, drowning in betrayal, unable to break the ice holding him down and slowly sinking into frigid depths. He wanted to be avenged (he wanted to be saved), not just for his death but for his childhood, for every moment that was ripped away from him. And if his dad Bruce wouldn’t do it, then he would. It was easy, simple as that (why didn’t he save me?). When Jason Todd was three years and eleven days dead, he watched through the beady red eyes of the manor cameras as his family the Bats snatched a desperate, beaten child, wrenching his hands away from a scraping metal fence, and carried him back into the manor, eyes wide and tears running down a crumbling facade (just like Jason’s had), flinching away from the green-tinted light like it were really a flame that lapped at his skin, his screams echoing just the same as if the manor had been a dim and gritty warehouse. And it may well have been: both places were filled, now, to the brim with bitter and desolate hope, and a resounding call for salvation.

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Jason Todd makes his debut! Also, sorry for the long break between updates! The motivation just wasn't there for a while, and school was really busy. And I know I say this every time, but I'm excited to get back into writing, and hopefully this time the motivation gods will favor me and there will be another chapter sooner than three months from now. Anyway, thanks so much for reading!

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Taglist: @tkiesai

[insomnia-moon]

i care IMMENSELY and need to know the teams the gyms the story and all of it my hands are open my listening ears are on please please please 🤲🏻

kendy, kendy, kendy!! sorry, that this took so long it has been an absolutely wildly busy/burnt out point in my life!!!

@reveluving idk if you’re a big pkmn girly, but i feel like you would love this too 👉🏾👈🏾

i actually made teams for like 8 characters for my batman fics so let me know if you want to see another one for my damian/oc wip. 🥺

for jason and my self-ship oc, bella

jason would be a dark-type gym leader by day, and definitely the leader of a violent criminal organization by night.

but what he’s doing isn’t too bad! he controls nightclubs, underground battling rings, and casinos like the ones in the game. just like in canon though, he never lets anybody harm children and he’ll hunt down any trainers in his area that are found to be abusive.

he’s tall, tough and scary but he’s sweet to his pokémon. if a kid loses to him at the gym, he won’t even take the prize money, he’ll just buy them ice cream! if teenagers or anyone older loses to his gym, he’ll just donate the prize money to local homeless shelters and places that house less fortunate children and pokémon. (not like he needs it with all of the money he makes.)

i will leave whether or not he kills people to how dark you interpret the universe to be; he would never harm a pokémon, though. anybody else remember when lance straight up murdered a team rocket member in gold/silver?

anyway this is his team!!

shiny duskull; it’s less of a pokémon he uses for battling and more just his constant companion. it’s his partner, despite being a ghost type because it’s red, masked, represents the grim reaper/death, and is a symbol of scared, crying children.

houndoom: also carries the imagery of death/hell, but it represents and his love for dogs, especially ace the bat-hound!

scrafty: it’s based on street fashion and being a delinquent, rebellious hoodlum, which fits pretty well given jason’s upbringing. duskull is his partner, but scraggy was probably the first pokémon he had.

absol: it’s a protector especially to children but is misunderstood constantly because people think it’s a bad omen of destruction, which reminds me of his reputation :(

honchcrow: it’s a mob boss, there’s not much else to say.

bisharp: wears metallic red armor and the pokédex calls it ruthless and unchanging in expression when it hunts and kills. it also usually has an army of smaller pokémon that do a lot of fighting and cutting down for it.

my oc isabella works at a bookstore, which is where her romance with jason blossoms. she’s down to earth and represents the every day people of gotham in a way that the batfamily can’t, so she would definitely be a normal type trainer; similar to how lenora in bw runs her normal-type gym out of a library in the back of a museum.

the bookstore however wouldn’t be a certified gym by the league, rather it’s more of a training space for people who want to research and practice more - she’d probably limit herself to one battle a day at the very end of her shift as a way to destress and if you win, you can get any book of your choosing for free!

jason won several times and still paid ‘as a tip’ when they first met, just so she would like him more. When she tried to return it, he only agreed to take it back if he could use it to take her on a date :(

here’s her team:

maushold: while in my actual stories, she’s comically afraid of mice, she and jason end up having a set of twins girls! plus maushold is just an inside joke with my sister who helps me develop a lot of my batman fanfiction ideas. 🥰

lopunny: because of the way it looks, people forget that lopunny can kick your ass. which is the same as isabella, who isn’t a trained fighter, but could absolutely sock you out. plus, especially with its mega evolution, lopunny takes a lot of inspiration from dancing, and isabella represents the latin side of my heritage, by being a bachatera/salsera! again, this is a love letter to my sister who’s 2nd fav is buneary!

eevee: she’s adaptable! plus, like jason, she loves puppies!

blissey: for her calming, motherly influence! (if trainers were allowed to 7 pokemon, i’d give her a kangaskhan for this too!)

cyclizar: come on. you can’t marry jason todd, without loving motorcycle rides. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

noctowl: her partner! represents her love for books and she’s a night owl, like everyone in gotham!

[rythmicjea]

On the last day of summer vacation... The Writer and His Muse

Full disclosure, I wrote another version of this last night. It was... factually correct. But it just wasn't good. So I saved it and took a few steps away and realized what I was supposed to be writing. I apologize now this is going to be long.

When I came up with the idea to write this series, I wasn't sure of the structure. If I'm honest, I still don't know lol. And after being called the "Riverdale Analysis Auteur" (thank you @storkmuffin ❤️), I promise to do the utmost to put forth only my best for you. There isn't going to be an uploading schedule so follow the tag "Code Word Jeronica" to see when I post.

My intention with this is to show that from the pilot there has always been the opportunity for Jeronica. I know what you're saying "there's an opportunity for ALL pairings."

And, yes, while you are correct. There were some possibilities that were more feasible than others (Sorry Jarchies!). For the skeptics out there, the showrunners did chemistry tests with so many pairings. Cole even admitted that he did one with Cami and he was open to a Jughead/Veronica relationship "It's the CW, anything can happen"! Coding isn't always intentional or needs to be taken seriously. And that's okay. As a writer myself, I understand the "side character curse" all too well.

With all of that being said, I will only be focusing on the evidence we get in the show itself. I may reference the comics sporadically (like how Jughead and Veronica have been paired up/dated several times in the comics, throughout the comic's history. Below is a picture from Pep #154 in 1962!) but I'll never reference anything outside of the source material as evidence.

The Writer and His Muse

It's established from the pilot that Jughead is a writer, an aspiring novelist. All writers need a muse. Something that inspires them to put pen to paper. In Greek Mythology, Muse was a Greek Goddess who gave inspiration to all. Often, a muse is referred to as a beautiful woman but it can be anything. The show Riverdale is the muse for fanfiction writers who write in the universe. Jughead has several muses throughout the show. He goes through various tribulations with his writing. We see him suffer with writer's block, make a deal with the devil (both Jugheads in Rivervale), and we know that the story that put him on the map was a telling of him and his friends.

In the overall show we know of five big stories that Jughead writes. Jason Blossom's murder, The Red Dahlia, Killing Mr. Honey, The Outcasts, and Bend. Towards. Justice. All follow a pretty basic plotline. Something happens, a group of teens have to investigate, there's a surprise twist, and then a resolution.

But, through all of these he has one muse that is constant. Would you believe me if I told you it was our fair Veronica? Because it is. Before you ask "What about Betty?", let me ask you the same. What about her? She is a character in his stories. Sometimes she's the main character. But being the main character and being a muse are two very different things. Veronica's presence in his stories symbolize different major elements to a story. More than any other Riverdale character.

Throughout the series we see Jughead struggle with his writing. His father tells him to keep writing as a way to get out of Riverdale and not get caught up with the Serpents. We see him have profound writer's block, plagiarize another author, change the way he writes due to his disability, and physically lose his ability to write. His writer's block, and the complications with it, start in season 5 and aren't resolved until season 6.

Here's an unexpected bonus from helping Veronica...

...I started writing again.

She is, and has always been, his muse. This is the first time he acknowledges it, but the clues have been there since day one.

Jason Blossom's Murder

The first story begins with the pilot's very first scene. It also introduces the audience to a concept called "The Center of a Story". The center of a story is just how it sounds. It is the element that brings everyone together. However, while this can be the main character and what that character goes through, it can simply be a person or place that has very little interaction at all with the main story. In a murder mystery, which Season 1 is, the center of a story can be the murder victim. In telling that story we can either have flashbacks of the person's life up until they are killed; or, they are simply the reason why everyone comes together (and not even just to find out why. Sometimes the why isn't necessary).

Jason Blossom is the center of the story. It's all about finding out who killed him. But the muse of the story? The hook? The character's entrance that actually connects everyone together? That's Veronica. "On the last day of summer vacation, a new mystery rolled into town." Jason's murder is the B-plot of the season. It might have kicked everything off, and the action might be connected to him, but it's not the entire reason why Jughead is writing this book. In fact, the opening soliloquy says:

Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe, decent, innocent. Get closer though? And you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.

The story was never about Jason Blossom.

The Red Dahlia

I'm not going to touch on this much, because I have a whole post planned just about this episode. But, I want to point out that out of all of the stories we see him write, this is the only story that focuses solely on one character. It's completely about Veronica. She, like Jason, is the catalyst. The difference is that, unlike Jason, she plays a major role.

Killing Mr. Honey

In his last story to submit to the University of Iowa, it's about how seven teenagers try to get rid of their unethical and overbearing principal. We have known up to this point that Jughead loves horror. He likes to write "Lovecraftian" style stories. The difference between the two are HPL rejected morality. He considered himself a "Morality Atheist". Jughead, on the other hand, loves morality tales. (In 1955 there's a whole episode about it.) This is most evident in this telling. Each character represents an architype. Veronica, arguably, is the most important architype. She represents morality. She's the only one who really challenges what they are doing. Specifically, Jughead. At face value someone can go "Well, Jughead and Veronica aren't friends so it makes sense". First off, no, they very much are friends. But, second, if they weren't, why put her in such a place of honor. In actuality, given his character in the show (and the comics), Archie should be the moral compass of the story.

The Outcasts

The Outcasts is really the only story that we have very little knowledge of. I freely admit that for evidence, it's the weakest of the five. It presents coded details for the audience to infer their meaning. Jughead is the Viper Leader, the Serpents are the Vipers, but is Betty The Homecoming Queen? Most likely. The co-ed he takes home tells him that he wrote a "very sexy book" in regards to the Viper Leader and the Homecoming Queen. However, in his drunken voicemail, he lambasts Betty. One line in particular stands out "You're a cold, fake, duplicitous bitch. And once people read my book, everyone's going to see that". Now, we don't know what is in the book (Kind of wish they'd released it) and it could end with the Homecoming Queen cheating on the Viper Leader with the Football Captain (I'm inferring that that would be Archie's character). Or, they could have lived happily ever after. Or... using the ambiguity to stretch the possibility... the Homecoming Queen could have been Veronica.

Why? Well, there's a reason why the Enemies to Lovers trope is so popular. What better way to get back at your ex for cheating but to immortalize their best friend (who was also cheated on by your best friend) as the true-love-fairy-tale-princess of your wildly popular NYT best seller?

Bend. Towards. Justice.

The last story we see Jughead write is when they've been taken back to 1955. 7x01 is very reminiscent of the pilot. But, for Jughead and his writing, it's always been in the details. Season 7 is my favorite season, and trust me, I have a lot to say about what happens. So, I'll keep this brief. Even when he describes Tabitha it's very factual. There's no emotion. He lists who she is and the reason why she might know what's going on. Please don't take this to mean that at this point he isn't still in love with her, because he very much is. When he sees her, he doesn't know the 1955 version isn't his girlfriend. He keeps all of his emotions bottled up until he can figure out a plan. And to spare her from any craziness because her memories also might be gone. Up until this point, everyone's description is "This person is here, and this is who they are". Including himself.

For starters I live in an abandoned train car with Hot Dog which... actually tracks... Betty and Kevin aren't merely friends, they're dating. Cheryl's twin brother is alive, but he's not Jason, he's Julian. No sign of a Reggie yet. But Archie exists and he's pretty much a teen Charles Atlas... I've been waiting to reconnect with the one person who might shed some light on our predicament because she was both Chronokenetic and the town's guardian angel. My girlfriend, Tabitha Tate.

He mentions that all of this information is "overwhelming, heartbreaking". But he doesn't say why because there are many reasons why. His best friends don't remember anything. Do they even really know him? With one one question he realizes that the person he loves doesn't love him back. But he breaks this way of introducing the "characters" when he introduces Veronica. It's all emotion. There's even a sexy jazz trumpet riff announcing her.

"Damn..." His thoughts whispered to him breathlessly. "Even in 1955, Veronica Lodge still knew how to make an entrance." He goes from boredom to attention. He straightens his shoulders, he sits up to see her better, and he doesn't blink. Like everyone else, and very unlike him, his whole attention is on her.

THE PILOT

Now that we've gone through the five major stories we know he writes, let's go back to the end to see the beginning. The last episode of the entire series ends with a typewriter. All of the stories mentioned above are stories written within the main one. Riverdale itself is a story (possibly Archie Comics fanfiction) written by Jughead.

The pilot itself, as all TV shows, has a narrative woven throughout. There's characters, conflict, plot, etc. Though the episode opens with Jason's murder the pilot was never about that. Hell, Jughead is barely featured in it. We see him two significant times. The first time is two minutes in, where he's drinking his coffee writing his story. And he says the classic line, "We were still talking about the Fourth of July tragedy on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town." We are introduced to Veronica Lodge, by Jughead, right after we're introduced to him. At this point he's only named Cheryl and Jason Blossom as that is the impetus for this show/season. "There needs to be a dead body".

The pilot is about Veronica. She moves to Riverdale, she meets Archie and Betty, she mentions Our Town, and her desire for Archie is established. Compared to Veronica, it takes 8 minutes to mention Jason again and 10 minutes to bring him back into the plot. Then nothing significant happens with him until the very end of the episode! But even after that brief interlude it's only 5 minutes later Veronica is given her first conflict. And by the halfway point, she's thoroughly decimated said conflict.

So, Miss Auteur, why are you bringing this up?

Because Riverdale was supposed to be about Archie. But by the end of the first half of the first episode Veronica is the only character to have a full plot arc and even an epilogue! More importantly, she is immediately woven into the fabric of the town. Even though the Varchie romance is introduced we must remember how the episode is being framed.

If you compare the narration to the writing on Jughead's laptop, it doesn't match up. Cole Sprouse might have read everything on said laptop and it was shortened for time. But, I wouldn't read too much into the discrepancies. I mean, the previous two pages are exact copies of each other lol. And while there might not be numbered pages it's at least four and I'm baffled about what he could have written prior to the opening lines. Also, as a writer, there are the things we think we're going to write and the things we actually do write (For example, I wrote a 16 chapter 100k+ Zack and Cody fanfic, and I didn't know the show existed! The Suite Adult Life). Our thoughts vs our words carry weight to a story. An argument can be made that either position is the most important. Is it better to write out that which we keep so closely guarded so it may live on in infamy? Or are the most profound thoughts those we keep closest to our chests?

Though one little line stands out when I do read it...

"See, the Blossoms had their tendrils wrapped around the entire town - no one wanted to make enemies of them."

Who is the person not wrapped up in their tendrils? And who immediately made an enemy of Cheryl Blossom?

Bisous, Bisous... Votre Auteur.

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

MDNI

What if Jason left with you instead of Rose after Dick reveals he killed Jericho?

Warnings: Spicy time 🔥, Reader was supposed to be gn 🤔🤔 but during spicy time, reader has a poosay

"Jason!" You sighed out in relief. You were at a screaming match with Rachel after she and the older members of the Titans pointed fingers at Jason for little shit planted in their rooms that reminded them of not so nice memories.

You then realised your friend had gone missing, and in a state of panick, you started to run around the tower, trying to look for him. Before you went to check the roof, hoping that he wasn't doing anything stupid, the elevator opened with a hard-staring Dick and red-eyed Jason.

You're filled with relief as you run up to your best friend, careful not to embrace him yet, in case Jason gets too overwhelmed.

As Dick gathers everyone for a "meeting," your hand gently rests on Jason's cheek as he avoids eye contact, looking at the ground, mumbling an "I'm sorry."

Your thumb rubs his rough skin back and forth while your other hand holds his own. "Shh, Jason, you have nothing to be sorry for. Dick just told us that it was Deathstroke planting all that shit," you explain to him.

Jason just sucks in a breath and lightly shrugs your hands away. "We need to listen to what Dick's about to talk about," he mutters, walking towards the small glass table.

You take a seat beside him, not forgetting to send a glare towards the other Titans, a sign to apologise to Jason now for blaming him, but all their focus is locked towards the leader.

Before Dick speaks, you gently nudge Jason's ankle with your foot. As he looks over, you try to send a comforting smile to which Jason sighs and just turns away, which broke your heart.

You couldn't deny your undying attraction towards your friend. He was the first person to talk to you when you joined. He taught you a lot of things as your friendship blossomed. He taught you how to fight, how to use any weapons correctly, and how to fight blindfolded. He even introduced you to some of his favourite novels and authors, to which you found out how much of a nerd he was. This surprised you since when you talked with the other Titans, they described Jason as idiotic or and asshole or could barely read the back of a cereal box.

Sure, Jason had a lot of flaws, but he's always been so kind to you. Shit, after that encounter with Deathstroke, you saw Jason as the bravest person ever.

Unfortunately, when a certain, thorny Rose joined the Titans, his attention shifted to her, leaving you behind. And no doubt, did Jason tell you about their intimate encounter as they shared a kiss. Jason already asked you for advice on what he should do after Rose stormed out of his room upon finding her brother's vinyl. From that moment, you tried so hard to push your feelings down because no way could you compete with badass, pretty, perfect Rose Wilson.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you instantly scoffed after Dick reveals that it was himself and not Deathstroke who killed Jericho.

"You killed my fucking brother?" Rose raises her voice. You didn't really like Rose when you first met her. No doubt you were suspicious of her when she joined, but Gar kept telling you that Rose is a Titan now and has nothing to do with her father. But you could understand her rage after Dick confessed.

You shook your head, not wanting to hear any bullshit. "Nah..." You quietly said, enough for all the members to hear and turn their attention to you. "This team is a shit show. I'm out." You get up from your seat and headed was about to head to your room.

"I'm leaving too," Rose says, about to follow suit.

"I'm going with her," Jason chimes in. Both you and Rose quickly turn your attention to Jason. Your heart broke when you thought he was leaving with Rose. "With Y/n. C'mon, let's go." Jason grunts, grabbing hold of your arm, trying to take you towards your rooms located beside each other.

"Guys, please," Dick calls out.

"You don't get to tell me what to do anymore, Dick. What any of us does," Jason yells out.

"Listen-"

"No, this is too much, Dick!" You yell back. "Look at us! You go off telling lies. All of these nitwits point fingers at Jason for shit he couldn't have possibly done! You can hardly call this a team!"

"Y/n, please. We already established that it was Deathstroke who planted everything." Dick tries to reason out.

"Ok." You say, crossing your arms. "Give me names."

Dick stares back in confusion. "What?"

You wave to the other members. "Give me the names of any of these assholes who apologised to Jason because he had said so many times he didn't draw those crosses, or put the soda bottle, the bourbon bottle or the picture in any of their rooms. So, one more time, who fucking apologised."

The room stayed dead silent. Looking around, you saw all members avoiding your gaze while Gar stayed sat on the counter with a sad look on his face. You couldn't see it, but nothing but adoration was shown across Jason's face as he looked at you.

You nodded, feeling disgusted to be a part of this team. "Ok." You whispered. "Ok, let's go, Jay." You said, pulling Jason by his wrist and finally head to your rooms. From the distance, you could hear the faint murmurs of agreement and hear some of the other members willing to leave too.

You went into your own room to pack your things. As Jason was about to head into his own room, he felt a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from doing so.

"What the hell, Jason?" Rose says. "You're going with her?"

Jason shrugs. "Yeah? What about it?"

"What about us?" Rose scoffs in disbelief.

"What about us?"

She scoffs once more, rolling her eye. "Did that kiss mean nothing? I thought he had something going on," she shifts her weight to one leg and places a hand on her hip, waiting for a response.

"You said it yourself. It was a thing that happened. Besides, I didn't even want you in my room in the first place! And you are just like the other Titans. You blamed me for having that vinyl of your brothers that I didn't even know belonged to him! Now piss pff, I gotta pack," he says, shrugging her off and heading towards his room.

When Jason finishes shoving whatever clothes and stuff he can into a duffel, he steps out, and you await for him, leaning against the wall beside his door.

"You sure you wanna leave?" You ask.

"Let's just get outta here."

"With me?" You call out just as he walks past you.

Jason turns to face you. "What? Of course, why not with you? I trust you. You're my best friend."

You shrug a shoulder. "I dunno. Guess I thought you would've left with Rose. Thought the two of you had something going on."

"Why does everyone keep saying that," he whispers to himself, making it unable for you to hear. "She means nothing to me. I want to go with you. Unless.. You don't want me to go with you?" He suggests, feeling deflated.

You quickly shook your head and held his hand, smiling at him. "Let's get out of here."

Jason gently smiles back, accepting your hand in his as the two of you head out of Titans tower.

A taxi is already parked outside, waiting for the two of you as you both step in. Neither of you really knows where you're going. You know Jason doesn't want to go back to Wayne Manor in Gotham, so you just tell the driver to drive far away from the tower.

You nudge your shoulder against Jason's as he turns his head to look at you. "Were you at the roof?" You hesitated to ask, not wanting to trigger anything emotional.

Jason deeply sighs. "Yeah. 'm sorry. But can we not talk about this? Please."

You slightly nod, laying your head on Jason's shoulder as you pick at your cuticles on your fingers. "You've nothing to apologise for."

He doesn't smile or anything. But he appreciates your presence. He takes one of your hands and embraces it with his own, preventing you from further picking on your skin, and you smile at the gesture.

The two of you get out of the taxi in a random location. You follow Jason, leading you to a big, rich-looking house.

Stepping on the porch, Jason kicks the door down. "Heard this family was going to be away for a month," he says, entering the home.

"And you heard that...where?" You asked, rolling your eyes as you followed him in.

The only response he gave you was a cheeky grin in which you playfully scoff in return.

You drop you bag and fell limk onto the couch. "Holy shit, this couch is more comfortable than my bed at the tower."

Jason then mets himself fall on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs. "Jason!" You groan. His head lays in your chest, getting comfy in his position.

"Oh yeah, you're so right," he says.

"Alright, alright, get off of me," you giggle, pushing him off. You sit up, Jason sitting next to you as you form a sly smirk on your face. "Fridge."

The two of you rush to the fridge, and just as you were about to open it, Jason comes up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you squeal and turning around, placing you down as he opened up the fridge.

"Jesus, how many sausages do these people need?" He questions, rummaging around the fridge.

"Man, they have a pool too," you say, looking through the glass door that lead to the back. "Rich motherfuckers," you mutter. "So what do we do now?" You ask just as Jason successfully pulls out a beer from the bottom of the fridge. He places it on the counter before placing his hands on your waist.

"Anything we want, babe," he says, smiling down at you.

You lightly giggle, smiling back at him. Regretfully, your eyes shift down to his lips, quickly returning back to his gaze. You cleared your throat, stepping back, letting his arms fall from your hips.

"I'm gonna check out the rest of the house," you awkwardly say, throwing your thumb over your shoulder. Jason rubs the back of his neck in equal awkwardness as he nods, letting you roam the rest of the house.

"Okay, there are like 5 bedrooms up there," you say as you come back downstairs, meeting a slumped Jason sitting on the couch, finishing a second bottle.

"Jay? What's wrong?"

He sighs, placing his bottle on the coffee table in front of him. "I don't think I can stay here with you."

Your shoulders sag down. What happened? Did you do something? Did you say something? "What.. What do you mean..?" You hesitated before taking a seat beside him.

He couldn't say anything and just stared at the half empty bottle in front of him.

"Are you... Did you change your mind?" You weakly ask, making Jason look at you. "Did you wanna go with Rose instead?" Your voice slightly cracked.

His eyebrows scrunch together. "What?? No! I mean- Shit!" He groans in exasperation, rubbing his face harshly with both his hands. "I can't just stay with you here and just be friends with you!"

"What the fuck are you talking abo-"

"I like you, okay? I really like you, and staying here with you, I'm just going to fuck everything up!"

"Jay-"

"I can't stay here without wanting you every second!"

"Jason-"

" I can't stay here without needing to be with you, and not just as a friend!"

"Jason!"

"What?!" Jason chest heaves up and down, out of breath and tears threatening to fall down his face.

"You're really selfish, you know that?" You say, an annoyed expression on your face. Jason's heart breaks. He thinks you say he's selfish for confessing his feelings to you instead of keeping it a secret, ultimately ruining your friendship. "You were just going to leave after saying that? Did you not think that, I don't know, that I felt the same? Was that not a possibility to you?" You ask in disbelief. "I can't believ-"

You were quickly caught off as Jason took a few steps towards you, taking your face gently in his hands, pulling you close to connect his lips with yours.

Teeth clashed, and tongues fought, and as he pulled away to take a breath, your lips tried chasing back after his. The two of you shared a short, loving stare before you locked lips once more, your hands bunching up handfuls of his shirt in your fists, trying to pull him even closer.

"You've no idea how much I wanted this," Jason tries to say, muffled by the need to keep kissing you.

"Mm, me- me too," you struggled to say back. You couldn't stop your hands from trailing down his chest, down his torso, and grabbing the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it up.

"Clearly," Jason chuckles, noticing your forwardness.

As your hands lift his shirt higher, he helps you take his off as you almost drool at the sight of his abs, his happy trail slightly peeking out from his jeans.

As Jason leans to kiss you again, he walks forward, leading you to towards the back glass door. You two shared giggles and giddiness at the clumsiness of trying to get out, making your way to the double sun bed in front of the pool while stripping away your clothes.

You lay down on the bed, and Jason leans over you, leaving kisses on your lips, to your jaws, down your neck, and all over your chest and down your stomach.

"Ngh, Jay, stop that," you groan, trying to stop yourself from giggling with excitement.

"Stop what, babe," he says. You can feel him smirking against your skin.

"Stop fucking teasing," you barely say through a whisper. "Fuck me already or I'm wrapping this up," you threaten.

"Really?" Jason says, and before you could reply, he licks a long stripe along your already soaking pussy.

Your back arches from the sudden sensation as your hand pulls against Jason's hair, and the other scrunches up the sheets.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Jason moans, causing you to whine in pleasure.

"Oh, please- more, please, Jay!" You cried, tugging on his hair more. Jason's mouth detaches from your cunt and you cry from the loss of warmth. He leans back up, gazing into your eyes in absolute adoration.

He places a light kiss on your lips, leaning his forhead against yours while sliding a condom on.

"You ready?" He quietly asks. You nod in response, but he shakes his head. "I need words, babe."

"Yes- Yes! Please- fuck!" You gasp as Jason slides himself inside of you. He waits for a response from you, letting you adjust to this new experience. "Mm, yeah, yeah you can move."

Jason groans as he starts thrusting in and out. "Shit- this okay? Ya feel good?" He grunts.

"Yes, yes, fuc- ngh, so good, Jay!" You moaned, your fingers crawing down his back.

His thrusts became faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot every time, making both your moans and whines wind together.

"Ja-Jay, I-"

"I know, I know, babe. Fuck- I got you," he groans, finding your hand limp beside you, intertwining your fingers with his. "C'mon, cum for me, sweetheart."

You cry, your back arched, screaming his name.

"Just give me a sec, N/n, almost there," he says, continuing to pump his cock in your wet cunt.

Your arm wraos around his neck as you bury your face between his jaw and shoulder. "I- fuck, I love you- love you so much, Jay," you whimper.

Jason's eyes widen, his cock balls deep into your pussy, groaning loudly at your claim. His seed shoots out his tip.

He throws the condom to the side, weakly laying beside you, turning to his side, pulling you by your hip closer to his body. Your finger traces along his skin, connecting his moles, pretending they're a constellation before planting a kiss to his collar bone, then snuggling closer to him.

In return, Jason placed a kiss to the crown of your head, holding you close in his embrace.

"I love you too," his raspy voice chimes as the two of you fall asleep, skin to skin, waiting for the next day to arrive.

Neither of you knows what you're going to do with your lives now. But right now, it didn't matter.

[basicbatboys]

Part Two (Request for #32)

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You tried to play it off, pretending like you didn’t know what he meant so you laughed lightly. “What? Jay, what are you talking about?” You asked. Your eyebrows knit together and you stood stone-still, afraid he could see how badly you were shaking. 

This was it. You’d been so afraid of this moment and here it finally was. How he figured it out, you had no idea. You were freaking out on the inside but you tried to tell yourself there was still hope. Maybe he was kidding. 

“You are Havoc. I don’t know what kind of sick game you’ve been playing but infiltrating my personal life is another level of evil. I’m going to take a lot of pleasure in killing you, but don’t let that fuel your ego.”

Your knees just about gave out. What the fuck was he talking about killing you for? You backed up until you hit the cabinets behind you with a loud thunk. 

“J-Jason…” You sputtered. It was no use. From his waistband he pulled out a gun and began to load it. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. He was slow and methodical about his movements, knowing you weren’t going anywhere. You should run, you should do anything but you couldn’t find it in you to move at all. You were stuck. 

“Don’t try anything Havoc. I’m not letting you go now that you know my identity. I can’t believe how stupid I am!” He laughed thickly, swallowing hard as the gun was finally loaded. He aimed and placed a finger on the trigger. “I gave everything to you. I gave you everything.” He reiterated. You could see the gun shake as he did, obviously tortured by the whole situation.

Some sort of hope blossomed inside of you and you took a shaky step forward. Maybe he could be reasoned with. “Jason. Please. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anything. Please, please put the gun down.” You begged. It wasn’t until just now that you realized you were crying. You let the sobs wrack your body, hoping to appeal to his humanity. You were trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, trying to figure out how he knew your secret until it clicked. 

Red Hood. Jason Todd was the Red Hood. 

That’s how he figured it out, he had access to all of Batman’s technology and he had probably been digging for months trying to figure out who you were until he finally let himself realize the truth. You imagined how hard that must’ve been for him, how betrayed he must feel and you let yourself fall to the floor as the weight of guilt came crashing. 

Guilt? Was it guilt? Were you capable of feeling guilt? You hadn’t thought so. You decided to override your emotions and turn on your instincts. This was life or death and no time for analyzing your silly ‘feelings’. 

“Don’t play mind games with me.” He demanded, standing fast and letting the chair clatter to the floor beneath him. “You can’t escape this one. You’re dead.”

You covered your head with your hands, crying and screaming and praying this would just end soon because jeez your throat was starting to hurt. He was being so frustrating. Why, of all people, did Red Hood have to be the one to be following you? You should’ve moved to Blüdhaven, maybe then you wouldn’t be held at gunpoint in your kitchen. 

After a moment, you wondered why he hadn’t pulled the trigger yet. You looked up at him and realized the gun was down and he was staring at the ground, somewhere else. Slowly, you moved to a sitting position and waited for him to speak. 

It felt like hours before he finally said anything. 

“I love you, you know.” He choked. 

You think your heart broke. God, was he getting you to open up?

Come to think of it, Jason was the only person who ever made you feel like, well, a person. Everyone else had kicked you to the dirt but Jason was always there for you. You saw a future with him. You saw a life worth living when you thought of him. 

Fuck.  

“Jason.” You whispered, slowly standing. You held your hands up, showing you meant no harm. 

“It’s true. I am Havoc. I know you know but… Well, you’re right I guess. I don’t know. Listen, I’ll stop. I’ll give it up for you. Hell, I’ll even fight alongside you. I’ll… I’ll do anything. I just don’t want to lose you.”

Jason mumbled something you couldn’t hear. 

“What?” You asked, taking a cautious step toward him. 

“What about the people you’ve killed.” He bellowed, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard. 

You stumbled back in fear and again the tears began to flow. “Jason.” You sobbed, “Please don’t do this. I can be saved. I think I’m sick, I think there’s something wrong with me.”

He shook his head. “You can’t pull that card, you’ve been to Arkham. You had a chance at rehabilitation.”

You shook your head too. “NO! You don’t understand! Arkham is an awful place, they don’t care about the criminally insane, we’re treated like animals there. I was forcefed so many pills I forgot my name. That’s not rehabilitation. The doctors are no better than the people they ‘treat’.”

“You are not a person. Not to me.” 

He unloaded the gun and stuck it back in his waistband. “Listen to me.” He demanded. 

“I don’t want to see you again. Not as you, not as Havoc. You stay the fuck out of trouble and stay the fuck out of my life. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, backing up toward the cabinet again. “I understand.” It was better this way. He should stay away from you, you were no good for him. He was right. You’re not a person. 

But you might be someday. You were right too, the emotion you were feeling was guilt, and it was crushing.

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Jason left that day without another word and you collapsed back on your kitchen floor and allowed yourself to heave and sob and feel everything you hadn’t felt in years. Who knew all it took was a breakup with your true love to straighten you out? 

After that, you kept your word.  You went to therapy, real therapy, and got help. You worked on yourself. You became better. The best part?

You got really damn good at axe throwing.

[wolfofansbach]

Personal thoughts and meditations upon the occasion of the Riverdale series finale. 

Probably like four people are going to read this but I feel compelled to write it out anyway. This show has genuinely been a massive part of my life. I watched the first episode because some high school friends encouraged me to (IRONICALLY, BRO). I was in high school when I started this show. Those friends of course long ago fell away, unable to continue, unable to wacth anymore, but I have kept the faith. All seven seasons. Every. Single. Episode.

I’m not even entirely sure what captivated me so much about the show. I loved the atmosphere of season 1. I genuinely wanted to find out who killed Jason Blossom. Was genuinely fucked up by episode 1 x 12 and the first season finale.

I have such fond memories of watching the first season. I distinctly remember a road-trip I Tok with my friends the summer of 2017, and joking about  maple syrup drug empires and the “weirdo” line back when that was the wildest scene on the show. Joking about how sick of the song ‘Believer’ by Imagine Dragons (2017) we were. 

And then I decided to get involved in a fandom for the first time in a couple of years, and so I revived my old Tumblr, and I began Posting. And reading posts.  

That was my last summer after high school and I was so nervous about college but this show and this fandom helped me get through it. My freshman year I lived in a dorm, and if you wanted to watch TV you had to go down to this common room, so every Thursday I would go down there like an hour ahead of time and occupy the place to make sure the remote was in my hands by 7 PM. A few times I failed, and I missed an episode because of it. But rarely! 

I remember that slowly dawning feeling as season 2 progressed. Scrolling my Tumblr feed and slowly seeing people come to the realization: “wait…is it just me or does this show actually suck.” Was kind of frustrating at the time, realizing that the writers just like…were bad, but in retrospect? Beautiful. Incredible. Legendary. 

And you could even say that’s where the fun really began. Yes, there’s plenty to hate, but also Riverdale is brilliant. The show of all time. For real. No other show has done it like Riverdale. They just haven't, and they never will. The age of the cable television teen drama is ending, and what a hell of a last hurrah Riverdale has been.

The Red Circle. Jingle Jangle. The Gargoyle King. Edgar Evernever and his fantastic rocket. Bret Weston Wallis and Donna Sweett (genuinely cannot say their names without giggling). Jughead getting hit in the head with a rock and faking his death for like…some reason? I genuinely can’t remember, something to do with the Hardy Brothers idk. Tabitha sprinkling the devil with the tears of the Virgin Mary. The normies can laugh all they want about “epic highs and lows” but do they remember the even funnier lines like “if there’s no wedding, that means the gargoyle king has won” or “word of my exploits serving Nick his comeuppance…” THEY NEVER WILL. ONLY THE TRUE FAITHFUL UNDERSTAND. 

And is silly as it all was, I have genuine affection for these characters. Like Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Archie, Cheryl, Toni, actually mean a lot to me. YES they’re fake but I want the best for them (and for Beronica to be canon but you know we can’t win them all). I’m genuinely grateful that this show has existed and been a part of my life for the past six years. 

Moreover, I credit this show for seriously getting into writing. I’ve actually written almost a million words of Riverdale fanfiction. Much of it will never see the light of day, but it exists. Maybe I even have one or two left in me, I don’t know. At the very least I’d like to finish a few uncompleted fics. But I’ve also branched out. Since I started seriously writing in 2017, I’ve also finished several original manuscripts, and who knows, maybe one day I’ll get one published. Stranger things have happened. 

So, thanks Roberto.

And thanks to all of the very cool people I’ve run into in this fandom. I honestly wish I’d gotten to know most of you better, but them’s the breaks. Hopefully this isn’t weird but I’m going to tag a few people in particular. 

@village-skeptic. I know you’re not in the fandom anymore (lucky you), but thank you for, once upon a time, reading every one of the 200,000+ words of a 17-year-old kid’s turgid, indulgent, Riverdale Spanish Civil War fan fiction. I never, ever would have finished that story without you, and I credit it with giving me the confidence to keep writing, and in fact to write everything I’ve written since then. You’re brilliant and awesome. 

@satelliteinasupernova. Thank you for also reading Interbellum (are we noticing a pattern), and more importantly for all of your wonderful drawings. INCLUDING fanart of some of my fics. You have no idea how happy that Strange Death of Elizabeth Cooper piece made me. You rule. 

@sullypants. You were a perennial presence on my feed. Always wonderful to see. I love your taste in art, and I love those ‘penguin classics’ covers you made for a few of my fics. Thank you also for beta reading a few fics for me back in the glory days. And thank you for chatting with me a couple times over the years, including a few times when I was in quite unhappy places. 

@stillhidden. I’m not sure if we’ve ever actually talked, but you like or reblog everything I post and it makes me feel like I’m not just shouting into the void. Same goes for @frauleinfunf Thank God for dutiful mutuals. 

@sonyascomet. I can’t remember when I started following you but you have a really good sense of humor. And I’ll always remember when you kept posting about “Greg” for Succession and I, not knowing anything about Succession, kept imagining Greg Heffley. 

@stillhidden thank you for your world-weary Riverdale posts. You truly understand fandom like few others.

@halcooper. Your devotion to the neglected parents of Riverdale is truly admirable. Every time I see Lochlyn Munro in some weird low budget horror movie I’ll think of you.

I hope I didn’t forget anyone who would be offended by my forgetting, but I doubt it. 

All this to say this show has been a genuinely huge part of my life for six years. SIX YEARS. I graduated college, my God. I wish I could say I became a millionaire or a successful author in that time, but nah. Maybe one day, but for now I’m just kind of vibing. And unfortunately, I’ll have to vibe without Riverdale from now on. 

But as I sit myself down to watch the very last episode of this show, I remind myself that we’ll always have the memories. And I’ll always be an unapologetic Riverdale enjoyer. As a great man once said, snakes don’t shed their skins so easily. 

[fadeintoyou1993]

It was the ultimate cliffhanger. Clifford Blossom had killed himself. But why? Life's not an Agatha Christie novel. It's a lot messier. Turns out, maple syrup was a front for his true business: transporting heroin from Montreal on his trucks. A narrative quickly emerged: That Jason Blossom learned about dear old Dad's drug running, and threatened to expose the truth; which led to Jason's abduction at the hands of a Southside Serpent named Mustang, and then to Jason's murder at the hands of his father. Clifford killed Mustang to cover his tracks, making it look like he'd overdosed, and tried to implicate a rival businessman, Hiram Lodge, as having masterminded the whole thing. And, oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Mr. Blossom threatened my life, so that my dad would confess to pulling the trigger, even though all he did was clean up the mess. And he would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for a group of pesky kids who uncovered the truth. Even as Clifford Blossom, consumed by guilt and shame, took the coward's way out, Jason's murder had revealed some dark truths none of us were too eager to face - especially not Mayor McCoy, who wanted every last vestige of corruption crushed like a snake under a boot heel. [...] We had many milkshakes that night, and we all felt that as dangerous as the world around us had become, here, at least in this booth, we were safe. [...] Imagine this instant, frozen in time. People will look back at this as the exact moment that last bit of Riverdale's innocence finally died. When darkness won. Marked by an act of violence that was anything but random.

RIVERDALE (20217-2023) Chapter Thirteen: The Sweet Hereafter