Baby Jason: Im Going To Steal This Guy’s Tires Cause I Need Food. I Wish I Didnt Have To, But I Need

Forcefully ripping off that red bat symbol of Jason's chest and handing him loaded and lethal guns like I'm sending him off to school or something

Jason everywhere for those who have the eyes to see him

How can you like redhood. He is quite literally a mass murderer yet you dislike Tim? Nasty redhood Stan

I am in fact a nasty redhood Stan you caught me.

I support Jason Todd rights but most importantly I support Jason Todd wrongs 😌

Reblog if you are also a nasty Red hood Stan 😏

More smol Gotham babies to feed the soul 🖤

(thought about making an art focus tumblr like i did bsky but... nah who cares)

haunting the narrative. RH gets a hallucijason too <3

How it feels to find a fanfic where your favorite character is going through literally the worst horrors you can imagine

what if jason came back from the dead and became a marxist-leninist. what if instead of training him with the deadliest mentors in the world to preoccupy/distract jason from wanting to kill bruce, talia instead gave him capital and state and revolution. I don’t know where I’m going with this but it would be funny.

HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT

jason todd would absolutely write a novel about a father abandoning and banishing his child, who then creates utter carnage, and dedicate it to...ahem

"Oh, Frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due. Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous....How can I move thee? Will no entreaties cause thee to turn a favourable eye upon thy creature, who implores thy goodness and compassion? Believe me, Frankenstein, I was benevolent; my soul glowed with love and humanity; but am I not alone, miserably alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow creatures, who owe me nothing?"