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here’s the thing about dying

it ends

and the ones who loved you grieve

and they visit your grave

(it’s a beautiful grave)

and they speak of you

of who you were

(so very young, that poor boy)

(his poor father)

and they move on, eventually

(they don’t fight anymore, your brother and father, i think you would be glad of that, if you were here)

and sometimes your memory haunts them

like a cool breeze on a warm summer night

(it hurts, it hurts, it hurts)

and they don’t blame you, for dying

(you were so young)

and they whisper of you in hushed tones,

and they share fond memories

and they put flowers on your grave

(it’s a beautiful grave)

here’s the thing about living

it hurts

and your father is so angry (so terribly sad)

and your father feels so guilty

(he was so young, your brother, just a little boy)

and it hurts in the morning, when you make your toast the way he liked it

and it hurts in the evening, when you see his face on the news

(he looks so young in the photo they use)

your father doesn’t smile anymore

and he feels so guilty

(he wasn’t there)

(he didn’t save you)

you can’t blame him, your father, he’s all you have left

he blames himself enough anyway

and you put flowers on his grave

(it’s a beautiful grave)

here’s the thing about losing a child

it’s your fault

and it hurts to remember him

(it hurts worse to forget)

and he was your little boy

so very young

and you should have been a better father

you should have protected him

(he was so smart, your boy, he was going to go to college)

you can’t forget, can’t turn away from the pain

(he wanted to do an english major)

and you put his photo on your bedside

and you look at it every night

(his memory encased in glass)

and you put flowers on his grave

(it should be your grave)

#jason todd #death in the family #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #bruce wayne #cw grief

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If I had a nickel for every time I drew Tim insisting that Jason is a good person I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s sad that it’s happened twice.

anyways have some de-aged Tim angst

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Bruce and Ace <3

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fics that villainize Talia are obsessed with having Jason bad mouth her. I think Jason should be the #1 Talia apologist actually. To a toxic degree even. You tell Jason about the weird cloning shit and he’s like “well I’m sure she had her reasons 🤷🏻‍♂️”

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The way Jason’s plans would’ve gone way more smoothly had the lazerus pit actually made him a sociopath. Unfortunately for him he does not have the freedom of being unfeeling and he trips over his heart and loses the idgaf war

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....Do I even need to say anything-

God bless alferd pennyworth he has to deal with a bratty princess of a son.

And Bruce says Damian gets it from Talia. Sure buddy.

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Jason managed to score six whole hours of sleep, between the nap before going to Clark’s, then the nap he took while at Clark’s. 

Lois and Clark kept the kids out until 2pm, when they finally came back to their apartment with all four of the kids and a big bag of Chinese takeout. 

Damian, Jason could tell, was absolutely thrilled about the choice of food. Jason didn’t even bother complaining about Clark spending yet more money on them. He’d been ignored thus far, and the only way he could think of to make it stop was to cut Clark out, and, well… 

Jason didn’t want to do that. He kind of liked Clark worrying about him. 

Once they all finished eating, the kids all rushed into the playroom to play on the Switch. Even Damian, because he liked playing games and Jason would die on that hill. 

Clark turned to Jason before he could decide if he was going to follow them and asked, “Would you be interested in an internship opportunity at the Planet?” 

#omg jay #getting to be a writer #sleeping regular 9-5 hours #having lo and clark look after him #i love it so much #i hope working at the planet is like the og lois and clark series

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they're singing dancing queen by abba <33

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some color practice w/ steph <33

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This just in: local reporter more famous for looking like celebrity friend than any of his stories from last decade

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“Dames what the heck,” Jason said, as he approached, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Damian said quickly, jumping to his feet. He put his back to the garbage cans, and put both his hands behind his back, as if hiding something.

Jason furrowed his brow.

What the heck could he even be trying to hide?

Athanasia walked past Jason and around Damian, then looked down behind Damian and outright cooed, “Aww a kitty?”

“No,” Damian said forcefully, pushing Attie away from the cans, “There’s nothing there.”

“Yes there is,” Athanasia said, scowling fiercely, “There’s a little baby cat.”

Jason frowned. “You found a cat?” he asked.

#extra updates!!!! :)))) #the kids are alright

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suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd

because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.

because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.

because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.

because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.

because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.

because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?

it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.

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“Jason, I don’t understand,” Clark finally said, “Bruce thinks you’re dead.”

#these updates are killing me ! CLARK! The kids looking out for each other! Damian is going to meet jon #i’ve loved and re-read this fic for years every time i get an update email i get so excited #read this chapter in the bathroom at work lol 100% worth it

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Carrying the groceries back was annoying. Jason bought some of those reusable bags, just to have something sturdier for the hike, but even then they had four bags of stuff. Plus the two gallons of milk. Jason carried two of the bags and one of the milks, and had the older two each get a bag, and Attie carry the other milk. 

And then walk. Several blocks, back to their apartment. 

None of the kids struggled with it. They could carry their loads fine, but that didn’t stop them from dragging behind. Jason figured none of them wanted to walk ever again after all their walking in the desert and through the streets of Europe and Asia. If Jason never had to spend the day walking again, it would be too soon. 

But they lived in a major city. So. Walking was inevitable.

Damian and Mara walked next to each other, as they always did, but insisted on being behind Jason. As they talked to each other in Farsi. Because they were still assholes. 

Athanasia was tired, but at least she walked next to Jason. The sun was just starting to set, so it wasn’t super late, but it was getting closer to bed time for the four of them. Jason for sure. He was tired. 

Maybe that was why Jason didn’t even notice until it was too late. 

A blur of a person ran across the street and grabbed Damian from where was half a dozen steps behind Jason, and Jason just caught it out of the corner of his eye.

#ooo it’s all coming together!

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Listen, if I had the time I would just make Justice Leauge the mockumentary, lol.

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Canon: Jason breaks into Wayne Manor when he feels like it

Batman Eternal #10

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Short 🥺