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I have this angsty headcanon that, when on the streets, Jason was like the communal dad. At twelve years old he was this mentor/parental figure to about half the younger street kids. Sure, some of the teens did this too—they would watch out for the little ones, bring them food or money when they ahd extra, stuff like that. But somehow this twelve year old kid ended up being better at it than them. He knew pretty much every younger street kid in the alley by name, he made a point to (gruffly) tell the newer kids how to survive, what shelters were to be trusted (none), stuff like that. When a younger kid wanted something as simple as someone to guard them while they slept at night, a hug, a lookout during a pickpocketing, anything, he was the go-to guy. He knew pretty much everyone. He knew who to trust, who needed what, who had what. He knew who was in what gang, which Bad Guy™️ was planning something which night.

he denied it, of course. He was NOT a parental figure. Hell, he was barely a teenager! But the moment Jamie (a newer street kid) needed a sandwich or El (9 years old) needed a hug, he was there to give it. Didn’t matter if he had to pick pockets all day to get that sandwich, or if hugging the little girl reminded him so much of his mom that he got teary. He did it anyway, because that’s who he always was—someone who took care of others.

Everyone on the street knew—if you needed something, you asked Todd. Whether that be a hug, protection, guidance, just a dry place to sleep. He fights scrappy, but he’ll protect you from pretty much anything if you’re young enough. If you go looking for handouts you don’t actually need (if you’re part of a gang picking on the younger kids) you’d better hope he left his tire iron at his newest hideout, becuase you don’t want that shit bashing your knee in.

So anyway. When Bruce decides to take in this street kid, Jason accepts. Not becuase he really trusts the guy, but because he’s filthy rich. That’s useful.

AU where in order to be able to secretly hang out with his favourite league bro, after he gets to Gotham Damian creates a second secret identity which is literally just him in a voice modulated motorcycle helmet so he can be Red Hood’s occasional sidekick without the bats knowing it’s him, except the issue is that Damian has a lot of ‘old man’ energy surrounding him. from his weirdly mature posture, his manner of speaking, to the odd knowledge he possesses that a child of his age should NOT have; when you can’t see any part of his head, theres pretty much nothing pointing towards the fact that he’s a little kid. this leads to Hood’s subordinates instantly assuming that Hood’s sidekick is not, infact, a child, but instead a very small man/somebody with some kind of dwarfism.

Jason honestly isn’t sure whether or not he should correct his men, because on one hand its kinda funny to watch Damian awkwardly interact with this group of people who clearly think he, like them, is some 30yr old geezer with a possible wife and kids at home, not to mention its a secret identity for a reason he doesn’t want to leak information for no reason-

but on the other hand they keep offering his kid brother beers and cigarettes. which.

Goon: hey man, you see the game last night? fucking wild.

Damian, spent last night letting Tim teach him how to play with Pokémon cards but doesn’t want to seem immature: …yes. i did, indeed, watch that game.

Goon 2: fucked up that that last play wasn’t called out; the bar practically rioted. hey you should come with us next week for the next game, let us buy you a beer or somthin. Hood tags along with us sometimes, should be fun!

Damian:

Jason, struggling not to laugh:

Damian:

Damian: i have prior engagements.

Goon 1: haha, let me guess, your s/o dont want you out late?

Damian:

Damian, leaning in to Jason to whisper: what… what is an ‘s/o’

Jason, coughing to cover laughter: they uh, they think you got a wife or a husband waiting for you at home.

Damian:

Damian, turning back to the goons: i… have no idea what to say right now.

Jason: *pats him on the shoulder* alright buddy, you go finish up the weapons shipment, dont worry.

Jason to the goons, after Damian leaves: recently divorced, sore subject.

the goons: *empathetic hums of understanding*

~

Goon: here man, have a drink to take home with ya *tries to pass Damian a bottle of whiskey*

Damian: um.

Damian: *slowly edging forward to hesitatingly take the bottle, for lack of knowing what else to do*

Jason, bellowing from across the warehouse: OI!

Damian: *freezes, bottle in hand*

Goon:

Damian:

Damian: *slowly, ashamed, passes the bottle back*

Jason: THATS WHAT I THOUGHT.

Goon: uhm…

~

Goon: hey, boss? why wont you let the new guy drink?

Jason:

Jason, doesn’t want to out Damian’s identity: he’s a recovering alcoholic. im his sponsor.

Goon:

~

Damian, on the way back to Jason’s apartment: Todd.

Jason: mm?

Damian: one of your men asked if i had any chiropractor reccomendations for back pain.

Jason: *bites lip*

Damian: how old do they think i AM?

Jason:

Jason: i may have implied somewhere in your fifties.

Damian:

Damian: WHY WOULD-

Jason: IT SEEMED FUNNY.

Mystery Inc. meet Holmes and Watson!

I am having a lot of fun with this Victorian Scooby Doo au!!

I think it was Minato the one who found Kakashi after Sakumo's death

okay contrary to a previous post i made: what if jason wrote fanfiction but it became a MC Daredevil situation where literally everyone knew his identity but he just waves them off

Jason: *writing A/N* here you go guys, sorry, something came up with my job comments: we all know it was the warehouse penguin blew up. its all over the news jason: *responding* idk what you're even talking about dude, i don't own a tv. how could a flightless avian blow up a warehouse

jason: this chapter's gonna be a little dark cuz that's my mood this week comments: is it because they took you off the earth's greatest threats list? jason: they wh---no of course not

jason: *posts* comments: we missed you red hood! jason: idk who that guy is but he sounds cool

jason: ugh, have you guys seen the new episode? shit's horrible. here's a fix-it. comments: do you . . . perhaps . . . think its horrible because they misused the gun props . . . jason: no i was talking about x character dying but YES OH MY GOD THAT PART HURT ME TO WATCH comments: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

comments: so when r u going to change your ao3 name to redhood? jason: i fucking swear if one more of you moterfuckers insinuates that i am the gotham vigilante known as the red hood i will withhold five of my most recently written chapters from the entire fucking lot of you comments: . . . you'd never jason: fuck

comments: you have an interestinly in-depth and expanisve kowledge of firearms jason: well, we all have hobbies jason: mine was born out of fear of the ao3 author curse. ima fuckin shoot the thing the moment i see it comin comments:

von aegir

Snow Ghost

what if when icarus fell apollo caught him before he hit the sea, arms as warm as the sun, but safer.

what if when ariadne cast the rope across a broken branch aphrodite stepped in with a reminder that this, this is not the kind of love you die for.

what if when achilles was ready for war ares appeared with a smile and said “you win well when you win, but what are you unwilling to lose if you lose?” and achilles knew the answer.

if you could retell the tale wouldn’t you want to tell it kinder? wouldn’t you want to give them peace, even love, where you could?

l.s. | I AM TIRED OF RE-WRITING TRAGEDY WITHOUT CHANGE. LET THEM LIVE. LET THEM LEARN. LET THEM LOVE © 2016

I absolutely love the genre of posts of Damian making up an excuse of how he knows of a Jason Todd to hide the fact he is alive and knew each other in the LOA.

For my take Jason Todd is now the name of the pet fox Damian has at home.

Damian under his breathe: Jason Todd you are the biggest fool to ever live.

Dick magically hearing him: What did you say Damian? Jason??

Damian panicking: I-I uh Jason Todd is the name of my pet fox.

Tim: You have a pet fox?

Dick: You named it Jason... Todd?

Damian: Yes... I was learning English at the time and thought it was amusing to call an animal a name that meant itself. Of course he needed a first name so I named him Jason as I had recently finished the Argonautica.

Not wanting to question his new brother Dick: That's very cute Damian 😀

Once Bruce hears about it.

Bruce: Damian why don't you ask your mother to bring your fox... Jason over?

Damian: uhhh no. He is quite old and would not do well with the long trip. He is very comfortable back home and I do not think he would like any of you.

Jason on the other side of Gotham sneezing.

Later in a safehouse.

Damian: Todd I need you to acquire a fox and send it back home to mother so that I have photo evidence.

Jason: What?

Damian: I may have accidentally send your name in the presence of Grayson and then fabricated a lie that I was referring to my pet fox named Jason Todd.

Jason sighing: What type?

Damian: A melanistic fox. To match your choice in hair color.

-🐳

THIS IS SO FUNNY. batfamily are absolutely concerned and freaking out on the background, which Damian is not aware with—

Dick: that's so scary. why would he name his fox like that? is that what kid do now?

Bruce: ...maybe Talia told him stories of our family, so he wouldn't feel alienated once he joins us, and he took an inspiration?

Tim: oh, come on. had you guys never had a weird obsession with your predecessor and just formed a strange unhealthy connection with him to the point of creating tulpa?

Dick: what.

Bruce: ?

Tim: uhh, anyway. i had seen Damian chatting with Jason Todd contact on his phone. but that's probably these character ai chats, yk?

Bruce and Dick: ?????

*a few weeks later*

Damian, calling Jason in panic: i demand you to work on your revenge plan FASTER.

Jason, in the Red Hood attire, slurping slushie, while playing Uno with his goons: gee, what happened this time?

Damian: i am waiting for my appointment to the child psychologist as we speak.

Jason: excuse me?

Damian: they think you are my... tulpa. whatever that means.

Jason: *dies out of laughter*