Red Hood Characterization
This is really long so I'm putting a cut here, I've been thinking about Jason Todd's character motivations and the question of whether or not his actions are based in a Moral Code (I don't think so, not to say he's without any morality) and I talk about that in more depth here.
I saw someone say on here that Titans: Beast World: Gotham City was some of the best Jason Todd internal writing they'd seen in a while, and I've been a Red Hood fan for 8 years or so now? pretty much since I read comics for the first time, so I went and checked out and I thought it was good! The way the person I saw talking about it as if it was rare and unusual made me wonder though, because as well-written as i thought his stances on crime were, there wasn't really anything in it that went against the way I conceptualize Jason?
This kinda plays into a larger question I've been thinking about for a while with Jason though, which is that, do people think that the killing is part of a fundamental worldview that motivates him a la batman, and that worldview is the reason he does the things he does?? Because 8 years ago i was a middle schooler engaging with fiction on the level that a middle schooler does, so I simply did not put much thought into it beyond "poor guy :(" but ever since I actually started trying to understand consistent characterization, I don't really see Jason as someone who's motivated by a moral code in his actions the way batman or superman is!
tbh my personal read is that he's a very socially-motivated guy, his actions from resurrection to his Joker-Batman ultimatum in utrh always seemed to me like every choice made leading up to his identity reveal was either a. to give him the leverage and skill necessary to pull off his identity reveal successfully, or b. to twist the knife that little bit more when he does let Bruce find out who he is. Like iirc there's a Judd Winick tweet like "yeah tldr he chose Red Hood as his identity because it's the lowest blow he could think of." And I think that's awesome, I think character motivations rooted so deeply in character's relationships and emotions are really fun to read! I also think it's where the stagnation/flatness of his character comes from in certain comics, because if his main motivation is one event in one relationship that passes, and he is not particularly attached to anything in his life or the world by the time that comes to pass, it's a little harder to come up with a direction to go with the character after that, because there isn't much of a direction that aligns with something the character would reasonably want? But I do think solving this by saying "all of the morally-off emotionally driven cruelty he did on his way to spite Batman was actually reflective of his own version of Batman's stance that's exactly the same except he thinks it's GOOD to kill people" isn't ideal. To be fully honest, it seems to me like he never particularly cared one way or the other about killing people to "clean Gotham of crime," he just did everything he could to get the power necessary to pull off his personal plans, and took out any particularly heinous people he encountered along the way (like in Lost Days.) Not to say I think the fact he killed people keeps him up at night anymore than everything else in his life events, I just never really thought he was out there wholeheartedly kneecapping some dude selling weed or random guy robbing a tv store for justice.
Looping wayyy back to my question, Is this (^) contradictory to the way he's written/the overall average perception of the character? Because like I enjoyed his writing in Beast World i have zero significant issue with anything there, I just didn't believe it would be a hot take, like yeah, that is Jason. It's been a while since I've read utrh and lost days, but I don't think my takeaway directly contradicts either of those too bad iirc. Idk all this to say I think Jason killing and being alright with killing is an obvious and objective fact, but i guess i've always seen it as more of a practical tactic than a moral belief, and I think taking the actions made during the lowest points of a character's life where he is obsessively focused on this ONEEEE thing and trying to apply it as a Motivating Stance to everything he's done after that, doesn't really follow logically for me.
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isn’t it fucking wild that we don’t know a single fucking thing about majima’s biological family or upbringing or literally anything prior to adulthood. like. all of that can’t be this damn enigmatic for no reason. the man fakes a kansai accent and implies that that’s where he must be from and we have no idea why. but we know he’s not from kansai. because the accent is fake. but he LIVED in kansai with saejima and his sister for however long as a young adult. how’d he get there? why was he there?? who knows! he never mentions a single thing about his parents, any siblings, any biological family at all, but he’s also never made any indication that he grew up as an orphan, in an orphanage, on the street, etc. if he was an orphan, given how prominent themes and plots related to orphans and orphanages are in the franchise, wouldn’t he have vaguely mentioned something about it by now? related to kiryu on something, or had any deeper personal responses in regards to the events in y3, etc etc etc??? why does he fake his accent???? why has that never been properly addressed????? how has he been in almost every yakuza game and even a main subject in an exposition-heavy prequel and we still hardly know ANYTHING about the most fundamental years of his development????????
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steddyhands soulmates brainworm where in some magical post-canon (maybe s1? s2?) timeline the revenge is boarded by (gasp) actual capable pirates
izzy isn‘t up on deck when it happens, which is how it happens in the first place, and quite frankly he had a bad feeling about dropping anchor this close to port (insert past blackbeard shenanigans that turned him grey a good decade before anyone else) but when does anyone ever listen to his years of experience and expertise on this clown boat anyways
and. ok interlude. obviously they’re soulmates. obviously izzy has said nothing about it. he’s a fucked up little man with the selfesteem of a wet limpet this is selfexplanatory. obviously ed and stede are Eyeing him, but stede’s too repressed to say anything about it and ed’s too unwilling to admit he’s a very similar brand of fucked up to do much about it.
so. back to the program. even izzy cannot fight a whole entire crew - given that it is both the size it should be for a ship twice as large as the revenge and actually trained, go figure. does he still try? absolutely. everything comes screeching to a halt when someone gets a gun aimed at black pete’s head though, and they’re all rounded up on deck. there is no getting out of this one, izzy knows - he’s been on the other end of this too often not to. he wonders which one they’ll kill first, maybe fang or ivan to make a point, they’re on the stronger end of the crew -
“well well, what have we here?” the captain says, stopping in front of izzy with a leer that would usually see him relieved of one of his hands. he lifts the sharp edge of his sword to izzy’s neck, tracing the edges of the swallow izzy is cursing himself for putting in such a visible spot. “the polite thing to do here seems to inform you for the sizeable bounty on your head, hands.”
izzy sneers out a get fucked, and realizes several things at once: 1, edward cut off his beard just a week ago last, and is currently lounging in the last silk robe onboard. 2, bonnet has not a single frippery left in his closet, and has been forced into the man’s equivalent of torture (sensible clothes). 3, there’s no way charlie vane, who’s currently backhanding him to the ground, didn’t recognize at least edward.
and, 4: it may have been a mistake leaving the man to die of starvation and also marooning three years ago. obviously he can hold a grudge. should’ve shot him and be done with it.
this, izzy thinks as he’s manhandled over to where they’ve set up a plank to cross to vane’s ship, is where on the queen anne, the crew would’ve jumped into one of blackbeards ingenius rescue plans. scratch that, on the queen this would’ve never happened because the people are competent. the revenge’s crew is just shouting a lot and- whoa, he’s upright again.
vane is still smiling, the unsettling fucker, when he circles izzy’s gloved wrist with iron pressure. “you know”, he says, conversationally, “i’ve always wondered, about your mark.” cold fingers slide the glove off his hand, roll up his sleeve. izzy tries to squirm away from it, tries to throw his head back and break someone’s nose, but this is not pirate playgroup - this is a group of actual competents, a fact he curses silently as the mark is exposed to open air, a perfect match for his captains’. there’s a sharp chorus of gasps and then horrible silence that izzy cannot face, closing his eyes instead.
“hm”, vane says, “thought so.” and then pain explodes at the back of izzy’s head, and the world really does fade away.
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envy - crow ficlet
the one thing crow wasn't expecting is envy.
he barely notices it at first; shame and guilt wash against the shores of his mind, wave after wave, tasting like gunpowder, metal and salt and overwhelming everything else. memories bubble to the surface, echoes of words said in his own voice, eyes - blue, resigned, then orange, almost golden, and furious - and the tiny speck of envy winks out, buried beneath all the grief.
but it is there, skirting at the edges of his consciousness, biding its time until he has gorged himself on guilt. its very existence catches him off-guard, jolts him from his stupor and is swiftly put aside, over and over again - because how dare he? - but here, in front of cayde-6's memorial, he can't deny it anymore.
he is envious of a dead man.
he is envious of a dead man he murdered.
(not me, comes the feeble retort, easily dismissed.)
crow tries to conjure an image of the hunter vanguard in his mind. uldren's memories surface, unbidden, but he ignores them; the cayde-6 he seeks is not to be found through uldren's eyes, but in the reticence that colors ikora's expression when she thinks he is not paying attention, the barely-there extra second zavala takes to look in his direction, the brief (painful, horrifying, frightening) hesitation he sometimes catches in the guardian's orange eyes... and in the absence echoing through the tower even now, years and years later. this cayde-6 is easy to imagine, but the process is no less harrowing.
how did it feel, he wonders, to be so loved in life that death wasn't enough for it to be the end? to have it linger with such intensity that, even changed into hatred and grief, it just won't fade away? the many deaths on the tangled shore, the whispered insults, the invisible wall he simply can't break - context doesn't absolve them, but he can see - and feel - the wound now, in all its angry, jagged glory.
he almost misses the mask.
(uldren sov was loved too. the very thought sends his heart into a frenzy; is this panic, disgust... or something different? half-forgotten faces flash in his mind, laughing, touching him, bringing him close... but it's not him.
he pushes them aside. he will not envy a monster.)
he has no right to feel this way. the shame it brings is of a different shade, one all his own, and all the more bitter for it. and yet... he can't quite ignore the curiosity, the want that burrows deep below his skin. he can't look away.
the sun sets, the chatter of the tower quietens, the city below comes alive with light. still, he wonders, yearning a gnawing pit at the bottom of his stomach that won't fade, a wound of his own he can't help but prod at, uncaring for its scarring.
glint compiles beside him when the stars come out, shell twitching and worry running down their link in a faint hum. crow moves easily, automatically, a reflex borne out of habit and companionship, and soon the small ghost rests on his palm, close to his chest. his presence is warmth against the cold spreading inside his rib cage, melting away its sharpness. crow takes in a deep, long breath - it doesn't hurt as much, now.
glint watches him, but doesn't say anything, and after a moment of contemplation neither does crow. he knows what the ghost means.
he tears his eyes away from cayde-6's memorial for the first time in hours.
maybe he doesn't need to wonder.
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