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marshmallow---pillow · 23 hours
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Jason: I have horse-like reflexes
Henchman: Don't you mean cat-like
Jason: No *kicks him right in the fuckign mouth*
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finzphoenix · 3 days
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A certain scene from the fanfiction Cat & Mouse, written by the lovely @caesariawritesstuff who also happens to be the one who commissioned this wee thingy. If Riddler/reader is your cup of tea, do check out their fic, it makes for an fantastic read! 🖤🤍
OC (c) caesariawritesstuff
Art (c) Finzphoenix
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parkjammys · 1 day
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Nightwing and Arkham Knight by Dexter Soy
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graytodd · 21 hours
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'little' redhood vers. 1
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moo-moohead · 3 days
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Jason Todd lovers who are Swifties (the Venn diagram is a circle) i propose we all just sit down and write a Jason Todd X Reader fic / one-shot based on But Daddy I Love Him
like now
like right now
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agropuff · 3 days
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some akj sketches
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jasonswh0rre · 12 hours
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When DC thinks Jason's been happy for too long:
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in-som-niyah · 26 days
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ok another floating thought:
Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.
Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.
6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.
Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.
You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.
As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.
Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.
GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)
no time to cook or order? He's gotchu
too tired? already on the way
exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook
and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?
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I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK
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lethologicaee · 10 months
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arkham knight jason todd
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violet-catsarelife · 1 year
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(The evolution trigger is ✨Trauma✨)
Edit: since there seems to be some confusion about all the AU Jasons, here's a list of where they're from.
From Left to right Red Hooded Ninja: Young Justice cartoon Red Hood: Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016), DC comics Arkham Knight: Batman: Arkham Knight video game Red Robin: Death in the Family interactive movie Father Todd: Flashpoint: The World of Flashpoint #2, DC comics
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frightshack · 1 month
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fiddle diddle diddle
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marshmallow---pillow · 11 hours
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Read your latest fic, poor AK!Jason… he’s been tortured so much and thank goodness Joker is dead
Thank you!! :D
Sorry for taking so long to answer, college has been hectic lately!!
thank goodness Joker is dead
Yes :) , 🤡->💀🥩🍖
Read your latest fic, poor AK!Jason… he’s been tortured so much
Jason will be smothered in love and affection. Do not worry :)
_Excerpt_
Jason's almost dozing off when he finds him, curled up on the couch that overlooks the green patch outside, basking in the sunlight like an oversized kitten. With the way he sniffs out the best sun spots to nap in—he might as well be one.
His hair is sticking out in all directions, giving him a boy-ish look—or bird-like—An adorable Robin. The ruffled look of his over-sized Tee does nothing to negate the observation. He's fallen asleep reading, because of course he has.
Dick soundlessly treads towards him, and crouches next to the couch—just reveling in the sight of his brother, safe and whole, for a small moment. He's missed him so much. Jason's face is pressed into his book. His face is slightly flushed from staying in the sun for so long. His hair is disheveled—unruly, black curls sticking out all over the place.
In a moment of pure self-indulgence, he reaches to smooth them out, despite the fact that they never stay down. Jason's eyelashes are so long, he realizes, the sun light is making them obvious. How do they not get tangled up when he blinks? The thought rises unbidden. And that's the sign he needs to go to sleep. He hasn't been able to for days. Never has, not so away from his baby brother. Not after what happened the last time he took his eyes off him.
("There has been an incident"
Screams, screams, laughter. An ugly, disfigured sound that digs into his ribs and writhes, until he thinks he's laughing too.
He doesn't know who's screaming. He knows the thing beneath his fists is. He thinks he's screaming too. )
Jason looks so peaceful.
Nightmares rarely spare him enough sleep. He's interrupting Jason's much needed rest. But he can't bring himself to get up, or remove his hand from his brother's hair. They're so soft and fluffy, jet black ringlets droop over his forehead, his cheek, which has just lost it's hollow look—so he looks his age. If not for the J-shaped brand hiding under the red-blue wonder woman band-aid, and the scarring around his mouth, he'd be a normal teenager, napping on a mid-summer Sunday afternoon.
As if sensing his thoughts, Jason's face twitches. Like a mouse. Adorable. His brain supplies delightfully. The fact that he was about to coo at a dozing teenager reminds him that his brain has the tendency of taking pot-shots off him when it's gone too long without sleep. But Jason looks so adorable—Alright, time to go to bed. He moves to press a small kiss on the kid's locks, breathing in the smell of vanilla and mallow.
"Weirdo", Goddamnit.
"Hey, Jay"
Jason emerges from his cocoon, and stretches. Like a cat—Sleep. Yeah he needs sleep.
"Hey Dickface"
There are creases running at the side of his face, from where his face was pressed to the book.
"Missed you, Jay"
Jason pauses, "Missed you too", he doesn't meet his eyes, slender, scarred hands snaking to the hem of his tee to fiddle with it instead.
"Dick?"
The anxious lilt of his voice shakes the sleep out of him, and suddenly he feels his muscles tense, just as they do when he's about to make a kill.
"What happened to—to—"
"Mhm?", he encourages, resting a hand on his shoulder. He knows what's about to come. It makes sense, Jason was only partly conscious from blood loss and exhaustion.
(Soft, breakable flesh. Brittle bones. Viscous blood—red. Why is it red? Why is it human?
Why did you kill my brother? )
What brought this on?—Doesn't matter anymore. This conversation has been long due.
(It looks grotesque, child-like (Even in death it's mocking the actual, breathing child it killed), curled up in it's own blood and piss. The blows land and it's all spit and guttural screams. It doesn't have a tongue— not anymore. Dick won't get his answers, but he can't stop. Can't stop screaming.
Why did you kill my brother? )
"—the Joker?", Jason's voice has fallen an octave. He presses another kiss to his forehead for being so, so brave. He couldn't say his name without flinching before.
Jason leans into it, eyes closed. Oh his sweet baby brother. He lifts an arm in invitation. Jason slides down immediately, curling up next to him. He cards through his hair, trying to find the words.
(Why did you kill my brother?
Toothless, broken jaws move. He punches it again. And then again. And then again. Stop laughing. Cell—Cell—the mouth forms words.)
Jason let's him take his time, basking in the affection—like a cat curled up in the sun— he idly brushes off a stray eyelash from his brother's cheek, and then rubs small circles on it.
(His brother is so thin— soft, birdlike bones and whimpers as he wraps him in a cocoon, and holds him and weeps into his matted hair, kissing it over and over again. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.)
Jason's eyes have bags under them. He traces them with his thumb. Jason hasn't been sleeping well either.
(How do I tell you I ripped Gotham apart when I couldn't find you in it? Without making you anxious about what'll happen if I'm too late aga—
"I killed him"
Jason exhales, his shoulders relax, as if Dick's just taken the weight of the heavens off his fragile, birdlike shoulders. Did Jason not know? Was he stewing in dread all this time? How could he have been so blind?
Jason nestles closer, looking content, as if he's in the most comfortable spot on the planet, and not into the hard kevlar of his Renegade suit.
"Just making sure", he can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. He can't help the abrupt laughter that bubbles up his throat like carbonation. He can't even bring himself to mind. I love you so much little brother.
Jason's laugh is beautiful sound.
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oumu-omu · 9 months
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No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.
- Hamlet By William Shakespeare -
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But is also a confession of pain.
- reference of Latine proverb -
happy birthday Jason Todd
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mottemort · 2 months
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Red Hood & Arkham Knight
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stormy-skyzzzzzz · 21 days
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no but imagine Jason Todd with his big, strong, callused hands holding on to your hips for dear life while you ride him till dawn.
oh and he for sure whimpers.
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cumburger-art · 23 days
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