Jason Keeps Getting Banned From Twitter Because He Runs An Anti Jason Todd Account And As Far As Anyone

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!)

The reason behind Bruce Wayne’s headaches:

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Jason "stole batman's tires" Todd would pull ts I know it

Roy, cutting Jason off: Are you flirting with me?

Jason, who had just been telling Roy about his trip to the park with Lian: I-What? No?

Roy, pouting: Why not?

Hehehe 😊😘

I think Roy Harper is the personification of all those “my unemployed friend on a Tuesday” memes. Even if he was employed. Like you’d walk into his home and it’s just full of Contraptions. He just does Things and the purpose is unintelligible

Jason is like this too but in a less noticeable way. Roy is like “I welded a toaster oven to my assault rifle to see if it would do anything when I zapped it with a taser” and Jason is like “I read four textbooks and wrote an academic paper about the Mesopotamian grain economy”

“what did you guys do today”

“we liberated a country and then I built a motorized couch that’s technically street legal and then Jason blew up the road couch”

My official designs for my ghost riderAU. The designs are pretty cannon with a few things I liked personally. I promise I’ll have more pages out soon! Coloring has just been a nightmare💀

Commissions are also open!!

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*