Under The Red Hood

I love writing but sometimes I wish my creativity leaned towards art, because I need a picture of Jason wearing this shirt to exist somewhere

Consent has always been for purchase and that's not a bad thing.

I did not scrub toilets out of the goodness of my heart. My consent to do so was for sale, we agreed on a price and then I did it.

I did not deliver newspapers out of the goodness of my heart. My consent to do so was for sale, we agreed on a price and then he fucked me around so I quit.

This applies to all work. You have skills, consent to use those skills for someone else depends on them paying you.

Don't think about little Jason Todd, who was curling in his sleep around Catherine, who was passed out, when he could. Don't think about a freshly orphaned Jason Todd, who kept curling in a little ball, trying to warm himself. Definitely don't imagine him doing the same in the Wayne Manor, except this time he curled around pillow or a small Nightwing plush his brother gifted him. And definitely don't imagine Talia searching for little Damian frantically, only to find Jason, curling around a toddler in his restless dreams. And maybe don't imagine Jason continuing to do the same in the solitude of his apartment, despite being all strong and huge.

Just don't.

Literally Bruce in Robin Lives! and other comics: Nobody blames me more for what became of my kids than myself. Taking them in was a selfish decision. I fucked them up, I'm leading them nowhere than pain and death. I should isolate myself and stop interacting with anyone else to stop hurting people, to stop hurting them. (Is often shown that he is wrong and his kids don't blame him, EVEN JASON)

Some genius on Tumblr: Bruce thinks he saved his kids for taking them in, but everyone else can see he is the one who fucked up some perfectly healthy kid!

do it for the lesbians

//BG 2000//

Robin!Steph: *swinging her legs as she sits on a desk* Robin!Steph: When the socioeconomic revolution happens and they kill all the billionaires, I'll miss you the most. Batman, not looking up from the computer monitor: I appreciate that.

Nothing in common >:(

John is a traumatized bastard man but we just keep torturing him anyway

*pokes John’s limp broken body with a stick*

Do something

bruce hitting alfred w “you’re not my dad” immediately after turning down his Nirvana playlist while residual eye makeup runs down his face within the first twenty minutes of the film. at last. an adaptation that truly Gets Him

GIRL i was watching one piece (im ending the alabasta arc on netflix, chapter 128) and there was two marines dancing luka luka night fever? am i going crazy? its the minute 12:50