Need More Of Freshly Adopted Jason, Who Cannot Bring Himself To Feel Relaxed In His New House. To Allow

Jason dropped his glasses a couple of times before, maybe he should just take off his helmet idk. And he's definitely reading Damian's homework.

Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.

So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.

But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:

'God, he is just a kid...'

'He must be younger than my son.'

'Poor child...'

He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.

'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'

Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.

It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.

And they love him just as much.

He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.

And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.

Jason: *putting on a coat at six in the morning* dick: whoa, wait, you’re never up this early. What are you doing??? Jason: *non-chalantly* I’m going to adopt a child dick: Jason: *walks out the door* dick: *knocks over like fifteen things in order to follow his brother* JASON. WAIT UP. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. Jason: *heading to his car* I’ve decided to adopt a child, Dickie, get with the program. Dick: WHY??? Jason: *sighs* because I had a dream in which I adopted a kid but then I woke up and it wasn’t real and I felt very sad and guilty for abandoning my kid Dick: Dick: you had a dream— Jason: that I adopted a kid, yeah Dick: and you’re currently mourning your . . . Imaginary child Jason: kind of, yeah Dick: Dick: *tearing up* I’ll call B and get together the necessary paperwork. Meet you at the adoption agency in thirty?

12 year old, 4'4ft Jason: Tall people really act like they earned their height

17 year old, 5'10ft Dick: Short people really act like we stole their height

Bruce, internally: [don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh-]

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[Years later]

19 year old, 6'2ft Jason: Hey, remember when I stole your height? Good times

24 year old 5'10 Dick:

Dick: First oF ALL, YOU SASQUATCH SIZED BITCH-

Bruce, internally: [DON'T LAUGH, DON'T LAUGH, DON'T LAUGH-]

Dick's puppy dog eyes are extremely powerful

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

A Smile

i love him so much. this wasn’t planned to draw him smiling like this but i was listening to some nice music and it just happened :D

i guess this is just how i envision him so enjoy cutesy Jason Todd 🥹

(there’s a wallpaper version available on my instagram story so check that out if ur interested, same user on there as this one!)

One can never have too many Jasons

Red hood: *picks up ringing phone in middle of meeting* what’s u— *pauses* goons: *lean in to listen* hood: wait, what?? Alfie’s gone for the—fuck, don’t tell me you—fuck. You did. You went in the kitchen. You idiot! Why would you do that? You—fucking fuck, dick, macaroons?? Of all the things you could make him, why did you chose the LITERAL HARDEST thing we have ingredients for, I—fucking hell. goons: *exchange confused glances* hood: *gets up out of chair in apparent outrage* wait there. Don’t touch a single goddamned thing, you hear me? Wait for—*large crashing sound on other side of phone* hood: *facepalming* did you . . . Just . . . Break the fucking mixer??? hood: sit your asses down. I’ll be there in five. If I get there and you touched one more fucking thing in the kitchen I will have you out of the manor. Apparently you need fucking parental supervision. goons: *watch in confusion as the crime boss walks out*

More batman au where all the batkids are really young

If you haven’t read The Hellblazer’s Apprentice, by @bluelotuswrites this is your sign. Necromancer Jason, magic apprentice Jason, magic mentor Constantine, all blades Jason, sass and ghosts, what’s not to love?