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pandorasb1tch · 2 days
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Y/N: I think I’m in love with Jason…
Tim:
Y/N: any thoughts?
Tim: and prayers. You’re going to need them.
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sodamnbored · 27 days
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Catching Up
Thalia: So what happened after Juno took you? Where did you go? Were you safe, happy?
Jason, uncomfortably brushing her off: Well, it’s a long story and kind of a bummer haha. You don’t wanna hear that right now.
Thalia, softly: Jason, I’ve waited thirteen years to hear your sad stories.
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satoshy12 · 4 months
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GIW Captured the Joker and Jason Todd
Despite what most people think, at least in Amity Park, the GIW are actually very dangerous and effective. It's just that Danny has so much plot armor that the GIW now believes he is an alien, as they saw Bizarro, who has the same powers as Phantom. + So they hunted in other cities; this was Gotham. It took them two days to capture the Joker who escaped Arkham and the Drug Lord Red Hood. By the law, they have no rights, so finally they have something for their experiments. + Yes, Red Hood and Joker share the same cell; as they can't have emotions, why should the G.I.W. care that they hate each other? The ones on Joker were successful in cleaning him; he turned back to normal. Well, as normal as Joker could be. Joker really hates it! He is like Two Face! He is still crazy, but he can now feel pain! It's not longer funny!! + Jason wanted to laugh at the Joker, but he himself is in Pain. When he escaped he will take care of this place!
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celaenaeiln · 10 months
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Nightwing: We need to get in but picking the locks is going to set off the alarms.
Red Hood: Time to blow it wide open. I know you’re gonna say you-
Nightwing: Good idea.
Red Hood: -hate it. wait what?
Nightwing: Good idea.
Red Hood: For real?
Nightwing: Yeah
Red Hood: Y-yeah. Yeah of course it is, I came up with it. *excitedly* I got my batbombs handy just for this.
Nightwing: *pulling a bazooka out of thin air* no need, I got this handled.
Red Hood: Where did you get that?!
Nightwing: On the count of three. One, two, three-
Nightwing: Fire in the hole!
Red Hood: Yo dickhead, that was pretty cool!
Nightwing: thanks *yeeting the bazooka at Jason*
Red Hood: *touched* You’re giving this to me?
*Batman descending moments later in righteous fury*
Batman: RED HOOD! HOW DARE YOU BLOW UP THE BUILDING, YOU COULD’VE INJURED THOSE INSIDE!
Red Hood: Wha- it wasn’t me! It’s Dick’s! He just handed it to me!!
Batman: *turning to look suspiciously at Nightwing*
Nightwing: *tilting his head at Batman* *then sighing dramatically and pathetically* yeah, it was me…
Batman: *staring* *turning back to Red Hood* YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM EXPLOSIVES AGAIN FOR A MONTH.
Red Hood: IT WASNT ME! IT. WASNT. MEEEEE. AND WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!
Batman: OR ILL TELL AGENT A ABOUT THE GARDEN INCIDENT
Red Hood: FUCK YOU!
Batman: *storming off in a flurry of vengeful shadows*
Red Hood: YOU.
Nightwing: *wrenching the bazooka back from him* No explosives, little wing.
Red Hood: YOU DID THIS.
Nightwing: *darting in to give a quick hug and backing out before Jason can react* it’s for your own safety, little wing, you got hurt last time when you blew up that warehouse in Bulgaria. Nothing personal. Love ya! See ya! *grappling away*
Red Hood: ……..
Red Hood: *scream of utter rage*
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fandomination666-blog · 3 months
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Thinking about how Camp Half Blood is named after the campers/demigods whereas Camp Jupiter is named after a god (and the shittiest one, at that)
And how in HOO Percy notes (specifically Son of Neptune) that the Greeks fight in a more individualistic style whereas the Romans rely on strength in numbers
And I can't help but think it's bc the Greek demigods are trained to think about themselves as a person (thanks Chiron) whereas the Romans are trained to think of what's best for the group/the gods
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the-witchhunter · 11 months
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DP x DC: Oops
Here’s an idea As part of my agenda to remind people that Danny is a teenage boy prone to acting impulsively and without information, and in canon causes a lot of his own problems
Pit rage Jason and how a lot of people like to write him with something funky going on with ectoplasmic Lazarus water. It’s good but I feel like we got a little stale with how easily Danny tends to fix the issue. To the point it’s a bit of a non-issue when it comes up
But, what if, and bear with me here, Danny fucks up?
Danny is not a medical professional, for ghosts or humans, and things only get more complicated when ectoplasm is getting integrated into human biology. The fact it’s corrupted only makes it even more complicated. 
I’m not saying he wouldn’t try and fix Jason, but I am saying he would do it without actually knowing what he’s doing.
What kind of effect does that have? The man suddenly has someone messing around with the weird ghost bullshit that makes him like that, and that’s got to do something?
Possibilities
-Jason reverts to the physical age he died. Doesn’t fix the pit, so now we have a tiny little Jason Todd, just as angry with just as many guys, but now his shirts are big enough to almost touch the ground on him. Dick would think it’s adorable
-The rage is replaced with another emotion. Instead of going berserk when he gets too worked up, he feels intense joy. Criminals are shitting themselves when the Red Hood starts Laughing manically while shooting at them. What would his family think? That he’d been dosed with Joker Venom? Now he’d be trying to track down Danny to fix this while his family is trying to catch him for treatment
-The ectoplasm pulled from Jason is alive and now causing chaos in Gotham as some kind of angry feral ghost adjacent animal, and now Danny and Jason have to try catching it. Potentially while Jason is dying since it was keeping him alive
I just think there’s stories to be had by Danny fucking this up. It’s such a common thing for Danny to try and fix Jason, but there is a level of weird chaos we are ignoring by just letting him fic it with no issue
Jason should be able to look at Danny after and contemplate suing him for medical malpractice
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duskyashe · 1 year
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NaNoWriMo Day #3
[masterlist] [part two] [part three]
Prompt found here
Warnings: Brief description of body dysmorphia, brief description of a panic attack, use of Zalgo text, please proceed with your mental health in mind (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡
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The pit rage was bad tonight. He wasn't sure what triggered it, it hadn't been this bad since he nearly killed the Replacement, and that… that scared him. He'd worked long and hard to get control of his pit fueled outbursts after that incident. The memory of Timbers' fear was usually enough to knock him out of the rage, but for some reason, this time it wasn't enough.
It wasn't enough to chase out the rampant thoughts endlessly screaming in his head, this isn't right this isn't right I'm not right I̵'̴m̴ ̷n̴ơ̴̇̊̏͜ṯ̷͉̞̫̋̔̏ ̷̠̀̍͐ȑ̸̝̥̙̈́͠i̷̬͙̋̅́̚g̷̙̍͂h̶̡͙̀ẗ̸̮͝ n̷̨̼̤͇̖͇̱͂̍́̌̿ö̵͕̰̼͙̥̆͜t̵̢̛̥̤̓̅̄̌ ̶̖͉͎̓r̶͇̫̜͉̙͑̓ͅȉ̸̬͌g̸̹̪̍͋͊́͝h̴̰̞̥̦͖̜̩̎t̵̢͈̙͋̄̈́̌͘͝ ̶̰̖̜̪̳̦̽̓̕͝͝ͅn̶͕̺̯̣̜͠o̸͇͇̾̽͆͛́͋͝t̸̳̠̠̊ ŗ̴̡̬̘̬̜̗͈͎̠̎̅͐͊̓̚͘ḭ̸̡̧̛̘̠̘̯̏͒̑͝g̷̳͈̩͔̜͈̰̯̱̓̓̇́̀͒̇̓̔͘ͅh̶̡̧̡̡̪̹̒͌̀̇̀̒̌̑̕͝͝t̵͓̺͗́͌͊̀̊̄͊͂ ̸̧̥̦̺̯̪̱̤̖̭́̽̒̎͒͛̓̓͛̚ṇ̸̛͍͔͎̹͉̹͌͐̀̊̿͆̈́̕ò̵̱͌̍̋̑̀t̴̡̡̮̞̠̳̫͔̗̘̀͛̏͌̐̅͋́͝ͅ ŗ̴̨̡̗͔͓͈̦̜̘͍̪͔̜͔̓̓̈̄͛̓̈́̇̽͂̔̀̾͠ͅi̶̢̧̮̟̰̘̬̩̦̦̫̞̹̭̙̖͚̒͐͗̿̉͂̿̏̈́̀́͘͘͝g̶̢̡̬͎̬̫̩̱̫̤̤̮̫̯̹̅̋̈́̑̆̒̒͐̔͐̓͠h̴̛̩̟̽̍̌͌͋̉̆̔̈́̀͋̏̎͋̈̈̚͘̕͝͠ẗ̸̡̨̢̢͈̤̹̜̝͔̜͇͉̻̦͇͎̥́̀̍̃̌̃͛̀͐͊̐̾͗͊̽̈̋̚̕͜—he wanted to scream, but all that came out was a strangled gasp and an increasingly pervasive feeling of wrongness.
He couldn't explain it, couldn't begin to describe why everything about himself just felt wrong, why his guns both helped and made it ten times worse. He was spiraling out of control and he knew it, but he refused to put that look of fear on some kid's face tonight, which meant locking himself up in his current safehouse instead of going on patrol and trying to keep the overall destruction to a minimum.
It certainly wasn't ideal, but going anywhere tonight was an even worse idea. I'm not gonna become another kid's biggest nightmare, not again not again not again not right ̷n̴ơ̴̇̊̏͜ṯ̷͉̞̫̋̔̏ ̷̠̀̍͐ȑ̸̝̥̙̈́͠i̷̬͙̋̅́̚g̷̙̍͂h̶̡͙̀ẗ̸̮͝ n̷̨̼̤͇̖͇̱͂̍́̌̿ö̵͕̰̼͙̥̆͜t̵̢̛̥̤̓̅̄̌ ̶̖͉͎̓r̶͇̫̜͉̙͑̓ͅȉ̸̬͌g̸̹̪̍͋͊́͝h̴̰̞̥̦͖̜̩̎t̵̢͈̙͋̄̈́̌͘͝ ̶̰̖̜̪̳̦̽̓̕͝͝ͅn̶͕̺̯̣̜͠o̸͇͇̾̽͆͛́͋͝t̸̳̠̠̊—
"Chirp?" Everything froze. The raging pit stilled, his racing thoughts stopped, his frantic rocking halted. What—? "Chirrup." Feelings, emotions, things he didn't know he was missing but felt so impossibly right came surging to the forefront at that soft sound and Jason found himself flirting with whiplash, trying to find the source of it. Where—? There. Standing hesitantly in the doorway of his room, a black haired, blue eyed boy stood staring at him in concern. The kid shifted on his feet slightly now that Jason's full attention was on him, but instead of tensing and running, the kid relaxed and shuffled forward a little. "Cheep? Chirreep?"
Jason pulled in a shuddering breath and, following some unknown instinct, responded. "Chirp. Chirrup. Cheet." Tears streamed down his cheeks as, finally, something in his chest he hadn't even realized was tense started relaxing. It wasn't perfect, but it was so much better than even his best days at controlling the pit rage.
Shakily, he reached a hand out to the kid, a sob tearing its way out of his throat. He… he needed something, he wasn't sure what, but the kid had something to do with it. Thankfully, that seemed to be just what the kid was waiting for, as he darted over and knelt down within easy reach, but without touching him. He looked like he wanted to hug him, but wasn't sure if that'd be appreciated, which, y'know, fair, but with the kid so close, Jason realized that he wanted that hug, badly. Since the kid didn't seem to want to push his luck, though, it looked like it was up to Jason.
Slowly, telegraphing his movements so the kid could see what he was doing and decide if it was actually something he was okay with, Jason put his arm around the kid's shoulder and, after a short pause when the kid briefly tensed before he just melted into the touch, he drew the kid into a massive hug. Again, the kid tensed just ever so slightly at the sensation, but he quickly melted into it, and soon enough he was returning it with just as much fervor as Jason was putting into it. Soon enough, Jason wasn't the only one crying, and the two of them were cheeping and chirping at one another between sobs.
He honestly lost track of time, sitting there wrapped around the shivering and sobbing kid, but by the time both of their tears had started to dry and their breathing had calmed down, Jason was both more emotionally rung out than he'd been in a long time, but also more at peace than he'd ever been in his life. The directionless rage, which had been a constant burning inferno in the back of his mind since his dip in the pits, was the calmest it had ever been. His thoughts were settled, there wasn't an overwhelming sense of wrongness anymore, and he could feel things in a way he hadn't realized he needed in order to feel grounded, to feel safe. And it was all thanks to the kid, who—who had fallen asleep in his arms, sleepy chirps and whistles falling from his lips every so often, his eyes red and swollen from crying so much, and a fist full of Jason's shirt.
As relaxed as the kid was in sleep, that hand held onto Jason's ratty Wonder Woman t-shirt like a safety line. "Looks like you're not gonna let me go any time soon, huh, kid?" Jason whispered, running a hand through unruly black hair. The kid nuzzled further into Jason's chest as the sensation, letting out a happy little trill before trailing off back into his sleepy whistles. Jason smirked slightly at the sight and decided to just get comfy where he was. "Yeah, me neither. You ain't getting rid of me now, kiddo." He may not know where the kid came from or how he managed to get into his safehouse without tripping any of his alarms, but they could talk about that in the morning. For now, Jason was going to enjoy not having to consistently fight his own thoughts and emotions.
The kid didn't seem to have a good home life, or even just a place to call home, going off his clothes, which were a dirty mix of too big and much too small, and the size of the bags under his eyes spoke to how much sleep he'd had recently, or rather the lack thereof. The kid practically screamed runaway, and Gotham wasn't known for being kind to street kids. He'd have to confirm his suspicions in the morning, but he was willing to bet the kid was running from something big if he was willing to risk slumming it on these streets. Something flared in his chest, which made him tense in wariness, too used to flare-ups of pit madness, but this was different. It didn't feel like pit madness at all, didn't feel mindless or aimless, rather, it felt protective in origin. Like he'd do anything to keep the kid tucked into his chest safe; it felt like there was more to it than that, but what that more was, was anyone's guess.
Later, he firmly told himself as he shook his head. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through the kid's hair again, his smirk growing into a small smile as another little trill escaped. He'd worry about what happened tonight later. Right now, he was just going to rest and relax. Jason paused, though, tensing slightly as he noticed something. He… was he purring? As soon as he realized it, the slight rumbling in his chest stopped. Huh. Apparently he could purr, now, too, in addition to the chirps he and the kid had exchanged earlier.
A sudden, sharp, "Chirrrrup!" startled him and kick-started Jason's purr. A sleep dazed eye glared up at him for a second before the kid relaxed back into sleep, nuzzling pointedly at the spot his purr seemed to originate from, making Jason bite back a fond chuckle. The kid knew what he wanted and how to get it, that was for sure. He sighed and relaxed again, shifting a bit into a more comfortable position for both of them. The kid was right, though, the purring was a nice touch. Jason let out a jaw cracking yawn and settled down. With how they were clinging to each other, he'd easily notice if the kid woke up before him. He'd get his answers in the morning. For now? He was going to sleep.
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Okay, so for this one, I originally was going to add a second scene from Danny's POV, but my brain wasn't cooperating in any way, shape, or form after I finished Jason's POV, so I ended up just ending it here. It's more balanced in the hurt/comfort aspect than I wanted, but I also needed Jason's pain to feel real, and this was the result! I'm not really complaining, I just wanted more comfort ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯ but yeah! This one will probably end up with a sequel at some point (maybe some time this month, maybe sometime in December, who knows) cuz I really want to write Danny's POV of this, especially the morning after and going forward. So don't give up hope!
I just wanted to thank everyone who's been liking and reblogging my previous two prompt fills! You guys are too sweet, honestly (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
Also, if anyone feels like I missed a needed warning, please let me know! I sometimes miss them in my excitement to share my writings with the world...
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graveyardgremlins · 9 months
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Despite this being a relationship fanfic, their relationship is moved by the Plot. So, now I have to sit here and think about romantic ways to confront your crush about this clandestine cargo you found whilst patrolling.
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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 7 months
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So just fuck Bruce Wayne being a hero right. Like we threw the whole fucking plot of the movie out. Deliberately manipulating and assaulting our child is just what heroes do. Has dc lost the fucking plot also poor fucking Jason wtf wtf wtf. I want this entire story line fucking retconned it's fucking horrifying. I know a lot of writers don't listen to fans but who the fuck wants this I have never heard anyone actually support this shit wtf are they doing.
This is supposed to be a fucking hero and now he literally did what Mad hatter and fucking Scarecrow do.
Batman isn't a hero he's a Rouge.
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frownyalfred · 4 months
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but why would Jason be afraid of superman? I mean, superman is a hero. Nor-vigilant people (that do not do illegal things) don't fear superman, so why would he fear him? Is because of the newly omega instincts?
New omega instincts are a bitch. And as someone else mentioned, he'd be insanely protective of Bruce and his unborn pups for a while as he gets used to the new instincts. So seeing a strange, powerful alpha suddenly near Bruce would probably make him shit his pants. Additionally, it's his first time "seeing" a powerful alpha truly as an omega, and not a pup. Even though he's already met Clark -- but Clark is very subdued for an alpha and he doesn't put two and two together right away.
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Jason: laughing along with his friends yeah and I stay awake at night because I don't even know what my favourite colour is. And I'm afraid I don't have a real personality and this all a illusion by Hera and I'm no one inside 😊
Nico:... I can't believe I'm saying this, but you need therapy
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jarro-stan-account · 10 months
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Anyways Jason’s model kit includes a crowbar so you can recreate beating him to death for only $35 :DDDD
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years
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Jason the readers meeting your very overprotective father and brothers???
He knew that if it came down to a fight, against the 3 rather large men staring at him, he could probably win. But. They'd hurt him. Bad.
None of them had said a word. Not one word. They rarely blinked. No one moved. It was unnerving- and that, he knew was the point. Why posture. Why threaten.
The only time any of them even twitched was when you swooped down to kiss them on the cheek when you handed them drinks. And when you handed him one, Royce. The oldest brother cocked a shotgun. And Jason nodded. Message received.
If it hurts you, no one would find a body. And what he likes to tell them is that if he hurt you, they could do it. He'd let them.
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kirk-says-wah · 25 days
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YEEEEEES ...AND JUSTICE FOR JASON LMFAOOOOO 😂😂😂😂😂
Hahaha yes! Honestly tho he deserved better 😭
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herszigova · 1 year
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“Jason was real. Flesh and blood. He was your son.”
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riordanshitposts · 1 year
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Yall think jason ever just
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