Jason Deserves So Much Better. Bruce Is A Bitch For The Way He Treated Him.

Jason deserves so much better. Bruce is a bitch for the way he treated him.

Rant Time!

Everyone who knows Jason Todd has been talking about Red Hood and The Outlaws #25, and I actually cried a little. I’ve realized over the past couple days that people think Jason is the ‘bad boy’, the ‘rebel’, the ‘black sheep’. Look at it from his point of view.

Jason Peter Todd boosted cars only to feed him and his mom, the boy who ENJOYED a decent education and was a good student. The boy died trying to save his birth mother who had only a few hours before betrayed him so she could continue her illegal activities. He suffered the many blows of the crowbar. He suffered the initial blast of the bomb, shielding his biological mother. He suffered the rubble coming down. He died under the rubble, only able to breathe in smoke. He died apologizing to Bruce for not following orders, that he wasn’t a better soldier or a better son. He awakened in his grave six months later, in a casket, six feet under. He managed to somehow crawl out. He managed to limp to a highway STILL SUSTAINING THE INJURIES THE DAY HE DIED. After the Lazarus Pit, people think he went insane. He didn’t. It restored his brain-damaged mind. He missed Bruce, Alfred, and even Dick. They were all he had left. He was a mad when he found out that Bruce took on Tim, but it was nothing compared to when he found out that Bruce hadn’t killed the Joker. After that monster crippled Barbara and murdered him. Jason deserved better. He deserved so much better, and he wanted Bruce to know it. He did everything in Under the Red Hood because he was a scared little boy that was acting out in anger and fear. A boy aching for love, attention, and righteous vengeance. “I’m not talking about Scarecrow, or Penguin* or Dent** I’m talking about him, just him. And because, he took me away from you.” (*Penguin had Willis Todd murdered in Rebirth) (**Dent was believed to have put a hit on Willis Todd Post-Crisis)

Jason wants his fucking family back. He actually has a good relationship with Tim. They have breakfast in public and share inside jokes, they’re brothers! Damian views Jason just as much as a brother as Dick because of his training with the League of Assassins after he was revived, and how Talia cared for him. He loves Talia too. He’s kind of seen Dick as a brother for a long time, and they can count on each other, and throughout Rebirth we see that.

Bruce is way too hard on Jason. Damian was killing people for a long time, and Bruce just put him in time-out, but when Jason kills? Oh, boy! Gotham is on lockdown, I have to beat my son’s ass and then BANISH HIM WITH MY GOD COMPLEX from Gotham, his home. Jason isn’t frivolous with killing people, mind you. He kills rapists, murderers, wifebeaters, pedophiles, and assholes who deal drugs to children. He’s not insane. He knows what he’s doing. He knows that some of them have families, but they’ve made their choices. Jason Peter Todd isn’t a man that takes a life without knowing who that person was. He knows who, and he knows why. He’s not a villain. He’s a young man who likes to sit in the windowsill of the Wayne Manor library, reading a book on a rainy day. He’s a young man who gives back to his community. He’s a young man who watched his family spend Christmases without him, not because he wasn’t invited, but because he stopped himself. He wasn’t sure how he would be received. This man who pushes everyone away because he’s been hurt. Do you know who hurt Jason most? Who it usually is? I’ll give you a few guesses:

Bruce Thomas Anthony Wayne

The goddamn Batman

Matches Malone

Wayne Enterprises CEO

Gotham’s Most Eligible Bachelor

The man who took in a boy who didn’t have a home, a father, or any virtues of his own, and gave him all of those things, mourned the death of that child, but somehow didn’t welcome that boy back to HIS FUCKING HOME when he was miraculously resurrected like out of the Bible.

There are many fathers who have lost sons. No parent should have to mourn the death of their child, and Jason meant so much to Bruce, so why when Jason was back, Bruce saw him as an adversary? Jason needed Bruce, and Bruce dropped the ball. Probably one of the few balls he really needed to catch in his life. I don’t know how Alfred doesn’t slap Bruce and make him call Jason because this is something Bruce, a grown-ass man, a father, has to do himself.

chinese room 2

So there’s this guy, right? He sits in a room by himself, with a computer and a keyboard full of Chinese characters. He doesn’t know Chinese, though, in fact he doesn’t even realise that Chinese is a language. He just thinks it’s a bunch of odd symbols. Anyway, the computer prints out a paragraph of Chinese, and he thinks, whoa, cool shapes. And then a message is displayed on the computer monitor: which character comes next?

This guy has no idea how the hell he’s meant to know that, so he just presses a random character on the keyboard. And then the computer goes BZZZT, wrong! The correct character was THIS one, and it flashes a character on the screen. And the guy thinks, augh, dammit! I hope I get it right next time. And sure enough, computer prints out another paragraph of Chinese, and then it asks the guy, what comes next?

He guesses again, and he gets it wrong again, and he goes augh again, and this carries on for a while. But eventually, he presses the button and it goes DING! You got it right this time! And he is so happy, you have no idea. This is the best day of his life. He is going to do everything in his power to make that machine go DING again. So he starts paying attention. He looks at the paragraph of Chinese printed out by the machine, and cross-compares it against all the other paragraphs he’s gotten. And, recall, this guy doesn’t even know that this is a language, it’s just a sequence of weird symbols to him. But it’s a sequence that forms patterns. He notices that if a particular symbol is displayed, then the next symbol is more likely to be this one. He notices some symbols are more common in general. Bit by bit, he starts to draw statistical inferences about the symbols, he analyses the printouts every way he can, he writes extensive notes to himself on how to recognise the patterns.

Over time, his guesses begin to get more and more accurate. He hears those lovely DING sounds that indicate his prediction was correct more and more often, and he manages to use that to condition his instincts better and better, picking up on cues consciously and subconsciously to get better and better at pressing the right button on the keyboard. Eventually, his accuracy is like 70% or something – pretty damn good for a guy who doesn’t even know Chinese is a language.

* * *

One day, something odd happens.

He gets a printout, the machine asks what character comes next, and he presses a button on the keyboard and– silence. No sound at all. Instead, the machine prints out the exact same sequence again, but with one small change. The character he input on the keyboard has been added to the end of the sequence.

Which character comes next?

This weirds the guy out, but he thinks, well. This is clearly a test of my prediction abilities. So I’m not going to treat this printout any differently to any other printout made by the machine – shit, I’ll pretend that last printout I got? Never even happened. I’m just going to keep acting like this is a normal day on the job, and I’m going to predict the next symbol in this sequence as if it was one of the thousands of printouts I’ve seen before. And that’s what he does! He presses what symbol comes next, and then another printout comes out with that symbol added to the end, and then he presses what he thinks will be the next symbol in that sequence. And then, eventually, he thinks, “hm. I don’t think there’s any symbol after this one. I think this is the end of the sequence.” And so he presses the “END” button on his keyboard, and sits back, satisfied.

Unbeknownst to him, the sequence of characters he input wasn’t just some meaningless string of symbols. See, the printouts he was getting, they were all always grammatically correct Chinese. And that first printout he’d gotten that day in particular? It was a question: “How do I open a door.” The string of characters he had just input, what he had determined to be the most likely string of symbols to come next, formed a comprehensible response that read, “You turn the handle and push”.

* * *

One day you decide to visit this guy’s office. You’ve heard he’s learning Chinese, and for whatever reason you decide to test his progress. So you ask him, “Hey, which character means dog?”

He looks at you like you’ve got two heads. You may as well have asked him which of his shoes means “dog”, or which of the hairs on the back of his arm. There’s no connection in his mind at all between language and his little symbol prediction game, indeed, he thinks of it as an advanced form of mathematics rather than anything to do with linguistics. He hadn’t even conceived of the idea that what he was doing could be considered a kind of communication any more than algebra is. He says to you, “Buddy, they’re just funny symbols. No need to get all philosophical about it.”

Suddenly, another printout comes out of the machine. He stares at it, puzzles over it, but you can tell he doesn’t know what it says. You do, though. You’re fluent in the language. You can see that it says the words, “Do you actually speak Chinese, or are you just a guy in a room doing statistics and shit?”

The guy leans over to you, and says confidently, “I know it looks like a jumble of completely random characters. But it’s actually a very sophisticated mathematical sequence,” and then he presses a button on the keyboard. And another, and another, and another, and slowly but surely he composes a sequence of characters that, unbeknownst to him, reads “Yes, I know Chinese fluently! If I didn’t I would not be able to speak with you.”

That is how ChatGPT works.

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grungehoneybee

1 year ago

AHHH QSMP HEADCANNON!!!

Ok hear me out. Roier is a bird-eating spider hybrid and Jaiden is a bird hybrid(whatever breed her bird Ari is ig).

Any time Roier even vaguely mentions being hungry, Jaiden slowly turns around, straight face, and just goes "how hungry?...😐"

That's it. I think it's funny might draw it later idk. I'm coping as well as a guy can 💪🤠