mad man ramblings

I love the trope that Damian is always dropping Jason lore on accident to an unsuspecting bat family, but I raise you this: Damian starts dropping little facts bc he's pissed that the rest of the bats are so clueless when it comes to his brother

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thinking about Jason in the league, fresh out of the pit, spitting mad and horrified at himself at the same time. thinking about Jason thinking that he'll never feel anything but rage and sorrow, never do anything but hurt and kill and destroy anything he touches.

Then, Talia hands him a pouting ball of cloth and Jason sees Damian, so small and innocent and fragile, looking up at him without a hint of fear, cuddled into arms that Jason though were no longer capable of something so gentle.

He sees Damian blinking up at him with curious eyes, reaching out, wanting to be closer and he starts to think that maybe he is still kind, maybe he is still human, because how could this perfect little kid be wrong?

I know that its fairly common for Jason to have blue eyes that turn green when the pit is active, but I support that Jason's eyes are just bright green now. They don't necessarily glow all the time, but they are notably green.

The first time that Jason takes his helmet off in front of the family after his resurrection Dick won't stop staring at him and Bruce keeps glancing at him when he thinks Jason can't see it.

Jason starts taking off his helmet less because the blatant reminder that he came back different, changed, wrong.

Then Damian shows up and starts talking about how both of them inherited their mother's eyes (he refuses to listen to anyone trying to tell him it doesn't work that way)

Slowly but surely, when Jason takes off his helmet and looks in the mirror, instead of seeing wrongness staring back at him, all he can see is his baby brother's eyes.

its a good thing all of my favorite characters are mentally ill as hell bc i wouldn't know how to write a well adjusted character

the day i try to write a neuro-typical character is the day i will fail miserably

I've said this in the tags before but I think this needs its own post.

I CANNOT stress enough how important it is to me that Red Hood kills.

DON'T LOBOTOMIZE MY JASON TODD

his lethal methods but more importantly his anger and his hurt are essential to his character

Red Hood is Batman's anti-hero counterpart. The whole point is they both have to look at each other and see one of the people they hold most dear who cannot and will not ever see things from their perspective.

They are standing on opposite sides of a canyon they can't cross.

I could talk about this for 3-5 business days straight

currently thinking about how much I love when Red Hood (or really any of the bats) is like a fucking boogieman

Part of crime alley thinks that he's made up to try and scare them into submission, part is furiously trying to convince the others that he's real and he's actually super chill if you're not an asshole.

Jason is pissed that the street kids keep telling people that he comes around with treats and warm blankets (he has a reputation to uphold)

The working girls talk loudly about red hood ripping into anyone who hurts women or children.

To everyone he protects, Red Hood is like an older brother (even if he is a little prickly).

To his enemies, he's the flashes of movement at the edges of your vision. He's the unsettling sounds that have you whipping your head around. He's the figure you swear you saw in the doorway. He is death incarnate.

the way that fanfic is literally free therapy. the amount of times that I have had to put down the phone and stare at a wall while I reevaluate my entire sense of self is ridiculous.

keep up the great work authors, and pls (dont) stop making me cry at random intervals bc WHAT

obsessed with the idea that outsiders (specifically the JL) hear whispers of Red Hood, and strapping themselves in for Batman to have another rogue on his hands, preparing for the sour mood and curt responses, and it just never happens??

there's talk about Red Hood becoming a force to be reckoned with and how he's gonna be less than easy to handle, but after word spread there was just nothing.

Flash asks Batman and he just grunts out 'its handled' and no one brings it up again.

Everyone is unsettled and slightly worried until an attack relatively close to Gotham has the Bats rolling up, right behind them is the infamous red helmet and an undeniable bat painted on his chest.

the JL comms explode into yelling

Batman mutes his earpiece

I swear to god I have little angst parasites in my brain.

I'll be reading a classic crack/fluff fic abt the JL and identity reveals and all is happy and good but the parasites

the parasites want jason's shit aired out to the biggest audience possible

haha yeah that's all good and fun but we should discuss the second robins death

maybe we should discuss the horror of realizing that your family is indisputably better after your death

and your return is dragging everyone you love back into hell with you and tearing open healed wounds just because you don't want to suffer alone

possibly that your father resurrected your murderer???? choose him over you????

idk just maybe tho

I'm watching one piece rn and (spoiler warning jic) and luffy's adoptive brother ace just DIED IN HIS FUCKING ARMS

and guess who ace reminds me of? JASON FUCKING TODD

needless to say I sobbed. this arc fucking broke me

I understand that Jason Todd is a master of conquering triggers and I love that for him, but I like to think that once his equilibrium is off, that is if he hasn't been sleeping or if an arkham breakout has put him on edge, its like the dam has broken and he reacts ten times worse than he would've initially.

I like to think that, after his nerves have been exposed, maybe a bad nightmare or a case that hit too close to home combined with the fact that he rarely gets a good nights rest, he's barely holding it together. Dick raises a hand, intending to drape it over Jason's shoulders to ease some of the tension lying there, or maybe hears the strike of metal on concrete, and Jason flinches violently. It's a whole body reaction, big enough that a blind man could see it let alone a family of detectives.

It takes a second for Jason to register what happens, and when he does he freezes up. He knows that he fucked up, he can see it on everyone's faces, eyes boring into him, surprise and pity displayed all around him.

Jason does what he always does, he lashes out and runs, like the fucking alley cat he is. A brief, "fuck this, I'm leaving" spat with as much venom as he can muster and he's gone, any protests lost to the sound of the wind as he grapples away.

I know that this is nowhere near cannon, but I love when, despite being able to beat the shit out of pretty much anyone, Jason is still terrified of the Joker. I love when the Joker is like the boogieman to Jason. I love that he is terrified that the Joker will come back and finish the job, like his being alive means they have unfinished business.

When Jason is tired enough, or shaken enough, hurt enough, he can hear the nauseating laughs echoing inside of his head.

I love when, at the end of the day, Jason is still that same kid praying for a miracle he knows won't come. He is paralyzed because he's been here before, he knows that the Joker is coming for him and no one else is.