So True

THIS. THIS.

hi, i'm kind of a newbie in comics and can you elaborate why pit madness is not real? thank you (i haven't got to the modern comics yet)

I’m pretty sure Pit Madness just… isn’t really a thing. There isn’t anything in Canon that outright says ‘the pit makes you crazy’

If anyone wants to correct me on anything, feel free to, because I’ve only read major comic book storylines

I think Pit Madness was made up in Fanon to justify Jason’s ‘insane’ actions— like eight heads in a duffle bag, or the attack on Titans Tower, or his whole pill helmet era— but they’re forgetting that Jason came back to life after being brutally murdered and I think he has a right to lose his mind a little bit after that, especially since he also had some major brain damage. It’s probably more likely that Jason has a chemical imbalance and has CPTSD, from his early life on the streets to the things that have happened to him during his time as Robin.

It’s also a way the fandom reinforce racist stereotypes about the Al-Ghuls. ‘But Talia threw Jason into the pit and pointed the pit madness towards Bruce’ that did not happen. Jason did most of his world tour on his own free will. He planned his return to Gotham all by himself.

In fact, Talia loves Bruce and she was finding Jason’s world tour, so she was probably guiding him away from killing Bruce.

Also, something something ‘Ras is a crazy creepy old man’ he wouldn’t be over 600 years old if the pit waters drive you insane.

I think there is a brief period of time RIGHT AFTER you emerge from the pit where you lose your mind, but it eventually wears off and it wouldn’t last for as long as the fandom makes it out to be, and it wouldn’t be flashes of Rage. It would probably be more akin to insanity, because it’s a cursed fountain of youth.

Also, Cass and Damian were also put into the Lazarus Pit (I’m pretty sure?) and they

Sorry if any of that came out aggressive, but Pit Madness drives me insane (pun intended) if I’m wrong about anything, someone please correct me.

two people can be raised by the same person yet have vastly different experiences

In this silly little head of mine, Jason never saw Bruce and Dick fight. When he came into the manor and Dick felt like he has been replaced, he had the conscience to not scream at Bruce in front of the kid that has no fault on the matter. So screamed and cried because Robin, his mantle and his parents' legacy, was robbed and given to another person without his consent, he threw hands at Bruce for that. But never in front of Jason. Because Jason can't be blamed by Bruce's actions.

And as general rule, Bruce doesn't raise his voice when he's close to kids. Especially his kids, and especially kids that are traumatized, that are still raw from leaving a particularly difficult situation. He took this from Batman, from the very first year, and carried the habit to his sons

But after Jason dies? They're both drowning in blind grief

So when they fight, and they do fight, viciously, Tim is the one that is there to see it. He's the one the see all the ugly bits, the imperfections behind the mask– not only that, I don't think Jason as a kid ever saw his father cry. Bruce knew neither of his sons should ever carry his emotional baggage.

But Tim? Oh, Bruce's grief is a weight that presses upon his chest until he chokes, and the manor is so haunted by Jason's absence, emerged in such deafening silence, that Tim inevitably heard Bruce cry more than once. Until his own chest became so tight he needed to go and comfort Bruce too. This or he was going to go insane. He needed to fix it all, somehow

While Dick and Jason got to make play and silly tricks while in patrol, Tim, Cass, Steph and Damian got a Batman extremely paranoid with protocols, rules and safety measurements. Dealing with Gotham is a serious commitment and is not to be joked about.

So there's that. I'm not saying either Dick or Jason got a perfect version of Bruce. And I'm not saying that, in either case, Bruce is/was a bad father. On the contrary, Batman must always be a good father because of what he represent– what he is as a character

But, yes, being raised by Bruce pre and post Jason's death is a completely different experience

And it got me thinking about how Jason reacts to this after he comes back

Someone here

genre: smut

word count: 1.3k

Warnings: degradation, dirty talk, masturbation, cum play, marking, edging, spanking, 

It was nearly 10 pm when you dragged your legs up the stairs that lead to your best friend’s front door. Why did he have to forget something every time he came over to your apartment? This time, it was his watch. He almost begged you to bring it to him before Sunday on the phone. It took a lot of persuasion to get you to agree with this and you still regretted it seconds after ending the call. 

You opened the door since it wasn’t locked -you always did that- and walked into the living room, expecting to find him watching tv on the couch. Much to your surprise, he wasn’t, so you put the watch on a table and started to move toward the door to leave, thinking he might just be asleep. You heard footsteps coming in your direction, so you turned around to tease him.

“Well, what a way to welcome me! Do you know how exhausted I am? You should be glad-”

You stopped yourself mid-sentence, realizing that the man that stood before you was Hyungwon, your friend’s brother. Ruffled up bed hair and shirtless. You couldn’t help but look him up and down before mumbling out excuses. 

“Hey, (y/n)! Don’t apologize, my brother is not home, he’s at his girlfriend’s.”

Of course. He never told you about this, or the fact that Hyungwon arrived at his house a week early. He lived quite far away, so he slept in the bedroom, while your friend took the couch. 

You suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, turning your cheeks a slight shade of red. Why was your mind immediately thinking about kissing him? You had liked Hyungwon since you were younger, but lost contact with him when he moved away. You were glad to hear that he was coming for a visit, but you didn’t expect your first encounter to happen like this.

Maybe it was his wonderfully plump lips or the way he ran his hand through his hair so slowly, or maybe it was simply the feeling he emanated, but he clearly had an effect on you. And on your body.

He stepped closer to you before talking again.

“You said I should be glad. Glad of what?”

“No, I…I thought you were your brother! Sorry for bothering you, I needed to give him his watch back, and-”

He cut you off while taking another step in your direction. 

“I’m actually glad you’re here, though.”

“And why is that?” You were genuinely surprised of his answer. 

He took one last step, stopping too close to you to hide the bright red of your cheeks from him now.

“Because I’ve wanted to be alone with you for such a long time. And from what my brother told me, you think the same, am I wrong?”

When he leaned down to kiss you, you closed the gap, enjoying his soft hold on your chin. You whispered a soft “you’re totally right”, to which he responding with an almost inaudible “finally”. The next minutes consisted of kissing each other. Your movements started slow and calm, but their intensity heightened until he was pushing you against the wall with his hands on your hips.

“I’ve thought about this for so long” His voice was breathy, which made it ten times hotter to you.

“Me too, you can’t even imagine.”

“Wait, have you touched yourself to this? You definitely have touched yourself over this.’’ He smirked as the small moan of a “yes” left your lips while his hands traveled up to your breasts. 

“Fuck, you sound so desperate for me.”

He was right. You wanted him- no, you needed him. Needed to feel his lips on yours again, to run your fingers through his hair. You needed him to explore your body and to make you beg for more. 

He moved over to the couch and you straddled his lap, locking eyes with him and silently asking him if you could move. As an answer, he grabbed your ass and pushed you down on his thigh, dragging small gasps from your lips.

“You’re so sexy, using me to pleasure yourself like that. I can’t believe we never did this…’’

“I’m asking myself the same question.” You stopped talking to catch your breath and he started trailing kissed down your neck and to your collarbone. It felt heavenly and your sounds grew louder every passing minute. Before the pleasure got too intense, he lifted you up, instructing you to lay on the bed while he looked for a small vibrator. 

When he came back into the room, he found you rubbing your clothed clit in small circles.  

“Hyungwon, I need you to fuck me so bad. I trust you, but please do something about this!”

‘‘I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, but you’ll be begging me to stop at the end of this.”

He took off all of your clothes, except from your panties, and his lips went back to lightly sucking on your skin. You were enjoying this so much that you couldn’t help but moan loudly when he put the vibrator on your already sensitive clit. 

“Do you know how much fucking willpower I have to use not to fuck you yet? Wait a little and you’ll see what I can really do.”

He pulled his boxers down, freeing his length and began to stroke himself. He was clearly enjoying how much you reacted to his touches, but he closed the vibrator just before you could cum.

“Don’t you dare cum before I’m done with you, princess.”

He switched places with you, making you hover and slightly brush against his cock before letting you sink down on him completely. Your head flew back at the sensation of his length inside of you and you had to fight the urge to let your release take over you. You whimpered as you rolled your hips against him, hands flush on his chest to hold yourself up.

‘‘That’s it baby. Use your hips for me. You look so good like this. ’’

You lost yourself i his words, but before the wonderful feeling became too strong, you lifted yourself up again. 

“Get on all fours, baby.”

You quickly listened to his order, slightly pushing your ass against his red cock. 

“Since when do you call me baby?”

Before answering, his hand came down hard on your ass cheeks. You whined out his name and he chuckled.

“I’ll call you what I want, you little cockslut. I never knew you would enjoy this as much as you do…”

You moaned his name when he slapped you again, until your ass was bruised and red. He teased your entrance again with the tip of his length before slowly entering your dripping core. 

“You’re so wet for me. You like it when I treat you like the little slut we both know you are? Fucking your friend’s brother in his house while he’s away, how naughty.”

He put his hand against you to make you arch your back. He was hitting a new spot inside of you, which made you moan again. 

“Fuck, Hyungwon. I’m going to cum!”

The feeling of you clenching around him was enough to push him over the edge as well. He pulled out to shoot his load on your lower back, dipping two of his own fingers in his cum and bringing them to your mouth. You happily sucked on them while you came down from your high.

 “So…this is a thing now?” Your question was the first words that came out of your mouth after catching your breath. He looked into you eyes before quickly answering.

“Of course, sweetheart. It was meant to happen someday. Speaking of that, what do you think about another round? I can’t seem to get enough of you, love.”

I love him

riki singing his heart out 🥺

Oh your favorite bat family member is Jason Todd??

How’s the crippling trust issues? Or craving validation but refusing to ask for it and not believing people when they actually give it to you?? Or the impossibly high standards you set for yourself but crumble when you fail to meet? Are you a pessimist? Lemme guess hope for the best but except the worst?

Well time to go read Redhood fanfics for unrelated reason, have a good day!!

the exception proves the rule

sometimes i think about Jason Todd crawling away from the confrontation with Bruce.

beaten and bloody, half-dead, betrayed...

i think about Jason Todd sobbing and trying to scream but unable to because his larynx was sliced with a batarang.

i think about Jason Todd coughing up blood and tearing at the scarlet bat on his chest till he reaches flesh.

i think about Jason Todd curled up on the floor, simultaneously bereft and furious- because all of it was for nothing.

Nothing changed when he died, and nothing changed when he came back.

sometimes i think of Jason Todd staring at his reflection and breaking down at the sight of a body that wasn't his.

Batman doesn't kill... so why why was his son the exception?

reblog this and put in the tags what comes up when you type “die”

Reporter: about your late son, Jason…

Bruce, with tears in his eyes: I miss him every single day

Meanwhile at the manor:

Jason, throws popcorn at the tv while watching a documentary: I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING BEES

Jason: SHOW A GUY THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

Alfred: Master Jason, please take your anger of animals to a lower level

accidental love confessions

# PAIRING. ot5 x gn!reader

# GENRE. fluff

# A/N. i saw this idea on tumblr a few days ago but idk from who it was anymore :(( + pls ignore the few typos😭 and lastly, im running away as im posting this.

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I think my most controversial batfam opinion is that Jason should not be reintegrated into the family after becoming Red Hood