Inside of me there are two wolves.
One wishes for Jason Todd to be built like a brick shithouse to the point that he is significantly stockier and more muscular than even Bruce and like in the Gotham Knights game he can easily tip over a whole ass ice cream truck just because.
The other wishes for Jason Todd to look like his comic iterations under that of Dexter Soy, Belèn Ortega, Kenneth Rocafort, etc in that Jason is still stacked but has a cartoonishly thin, skinny slutty little man waist. This man is structurally unsound. We're it not the fact his thighs regularly crush watermelons and skulls he'd collapse in on himself and were it not for his autopsy scars he'd never wear a shirt like the fucking harlot whore he is.
Both are gay and want me to kiss Jason Peter Todd
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While the Thomas's are still in their at home recovery phase, Elaine takes to keeping the news on so she can keep an eye on Duke while he is on Signal duty.
She doesn't like it of course, she winces at bad hits, remembering her own training as a young woman. But she fears not knowing what happens to her son more than she fears a little worry. He's strong, she knows that, and she trusts him.
She's glad for this one day.
For Duke it had been a long week, a long life if he was being honest. The "what ifs" had kept him up most nights and made whatever sleep he had gotten functionally useless. Not to mention how he helped out Tim with something around 11 and that nearly every fucking meta in Gotham had it out for him today.
A dozen fights in and someone finally knocks him in a way that Duke is wondering how he's going to get up from this one.
His powers are screaming, his body is screaming, hell, he might be screaming. Around the ringing in his ears it doesn't really make much of a difference.
Someone (or something) is coming at him and Fast, Izzy in his ear is telling him Hood's position, she already called for aid ten minutes ago (he loves her so much, has he mentioned that recently?).
A shadowy figure steps in front of him.
At first he thinks it might be Bruce, but then Izzy would have warned him, and Bruce had never looked so oily and smoky before. Duke concludes that maybe this is someone else coming to finish him off.
Great, wonderful, he thinks as his muscles tense to shadow step.
Duke is soon proven delightfully wrong.
The big guy who was, not a second ago, rushing him to squish his tender flesh, is struggling, making nearly animalistic sounds as the oil slick clouds from the shadow guy in front of him shoot out to grab the big guy.
There's a poof, not unlike his own shadow stepping, and then the big guy is fucking gone.
Shadow guy turns to look at him, big glowing purple eyes shine at him through the darkness. Duke is struck dumb for a moment.
"Mom?" he whispers.
The Red Hood steps onto the scene just in time. He wasn't far, less than half a mile away, putting the finishing touches on his taxes for the year. (He may be running a criminal enterprise but let it be know that he does pay his fucking taxes, Tim.)
He rushes over, training a .44 on the remaining non-bat on the field. The smog creature turns to look at him, and pointedly at the gun. Somehow he feels more chastised in a way that nothing B could do or say could ever achieve.
And then it's gone.
Jason jogs over, offering a hand to his (co-worker? co-sufferer of B's shit? 'lil bat bro' [Jason rolls his eyes at internal Dick]) Duke.
Duke grabs it, weakly (ohhhh someone's gonna get Bennchhedddd).
"What the fuck man," Jason can't help but say. "Does the hat-man owe you money?"
Duke laughs, and he looks more alive than he did a second before. (Jason is going to get a good grade in mentor, something both normal to want and possible to achieve.)
They both hear Izzy's audible relief on the line.
"Yeah he fucking does," Duke jokes back.
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Y/n: I'm really excited for the haunted house tonight!
Jason: Are you sure you can handle it?
Y/n: Of course! I love haunted houses. Anything pertaining to Halloween, really.
Jason: No, I know. It's just that, well, I can hear you running down the hallway at night after you flip off the light in the bathroom.
Y/n: ...that's not me! It's probably Damian!
Damian: *from another room* It isn't!
Y/n: Okay, yeah, I do that, but I can totally handle the haunted house tonight!
Also y/n: *jumps when the icemaker makes a noise*
Jason: Whatever you say, baby.
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