Pain Is Real. So Is Hope.

Jason and rose (ravager if you don’t know although I’m sure you do)

^ Just watched a building explode and crush his bike

Rose : ...I didn't see that coming? (she did)

- "Where'd you learn those moves?" - "I was just following your lead."

*After Jason and Bruce get into a huge fight*

Dick: What did you do?

Jason: What do you think I did?

Dick: Punched him. Headbutted him.

Jason: Keep going.

Dick: Did you murder him?

Jason: No. Worse. I fucking forgave him. It’s disgusting, isn’t it?

“Oh yeah, Babs and Tim are the computer geniuses,” any one of the other Batkids say as they hack into the Pentagon for the third time that week.

“Oh yeah, Dick’s the nice, happy one,” one of the other Batkids say while Nightwing walks off whistling from where he left fourteen assassins unconscious and bleeding in an alley.

Billionaire Bruce Wayne Refuses to Buy Second Couch

Jason Todd has a soft spot for stray animals. We all know Damian is the one running around and adopting every animal he can get his hands on and donating to all the animal shelters until they can go no-kill, but every stray animal Jason sees, he either feeds or brings to the shelter. Like he’s such a softie that way.

He doesn’t bring any of them home, worried about never being home and how to take care of such an innocent creature. That is, until one day a kitten screams at him while he’s in a stalemate with guns pointed at him. The kitten is not to be bothered. It starts crawling up his legs and chest, screaming to be pet. Eventually Nightwing shows up and helps him out the stalemate, but this kitten only stops screaming when Jason holds it and it’s so sweet and precious and innocent and, yes, Dick is laughing at him, but the kitten is all black except for a little white spot on his forehead. And the kitten is a little roughed up, but Jason is almost in tears, cradling it to his chest.

Anyway, he shows up back at y’all’s apartment in genuine tears, asking “can we keep it? please?”

The answer is obviously yes. He names it fucknut after it bites him when it’s hungry. You come up with the nickname “Fin” and that’s what y’all call the kitten in public.

"she who hangs out a lot at cemeteries"

ive been experimenting with black shadows, so this one was fun to make

jason will always bring so much comfort to me, like the man canonically protects civilians, isn't afraid to show emotions, isn't afraid to show that he cares. he's incredibly clever and meticulous, dorky at times. in a family of pretenders, brought up by a man who would rather die than show emotions and an older brother figure fixated on perfection, jason still shows vulnerability. he chases justice and closure, he gives voice to victims and survivors. beneath the scary exterior and false rumors of mindless rage is a person who, without any doubt in my book, is good, is caring, and is deserving of having that care be returned.

I firmly believe that Jason Todd was the scrawniest Robin by a very wide margin (he was both short and a beanpole) he earned the nickname Little Wing by literally being a spec of a child.

Sure, all the robins were small (they’re kids) but Jason was notably scrawny.

This is why basically no one saw it coming that he was Red Hood. My man died, fucked off for four years, experienced puberty and came back 14 inches taller and built like a fridge.

It’s been real, Cupcake. Thanks. For everything.