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Jason Peter Todd || The Red Hood
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hititwithacrowbar - Just a kid from Crime Alley- hititwithacrowbar - Robin II - Little Wing
- hititwithacrowbar - Dead man Revival - Lost Days
- hititwithacrowbar - Red Hood; Scourge of the Underworld.
- hititwithacrowbar - The side stories.
- hititwithacrowbar - Canon: Grayson #12
- hititwithacrowbar - DAMIAN WAYNE'S DEATH
- hititwithacrowbar - (no subject)
- hititwithacrowbar - Day out with Dad: Willis/Bruce * RHATO Annual #1 // 80's Batman
- hititwithacrowbar - *Headcanon - A good day
- hititwithacrowbar - RHATO #25 - Checked out
- hititwithacrowbar - Canon+Head canon- Catherine's death.
- hititwithacrowbar - RHATO #1 - Meeting Batman
- hititwithacrowbar - RHATO #3 - Revival
- hititwithacrowbar - (no subject)
- hititwithacrowbar - Death in the Family
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Just a kid from Crime Alley
Robin II - Little Wing
Dead man Revival - Lost Days
Red Hood; Scourge of the Underworld.
The side stories.
Canon: Grayson #12
You don't do that!
DAMIAN WAYNE'S DEATH
Bruce Wayne vs Jason Todd Aka, Bruce if a douche.
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Day out with Dad: Willis/Bruce * RHATO Annual #1 // 80's Batman
A small boy sits beside an older man. The man with dark hair whose drinking from a can in a paper bag. The boy's eating a slice of bread like it's popcorn. The two are watching acrobats. Not just any acrobats, but The Flying Graysons. The boys smiling so much his cheeks are hurting. Looking to his father like he's the greatest person in the world that moment.
It didn't matter what Willis did to get the tickets, just that he did. That he took time out for his son. That for one moment, Jason felt truly loved by his father, watching what might be the greatest show in the world.
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The image swirled and suddenly the man is different, it's no longer a circus but a race track. The same boy a bit stockier grinning just as hard holding a drink in one hand and a hotdog in the other, and popcorn balanced between the two.
"A Racetrack! Wow, This is GREAT, Bruce!" he smiles as bright as the sun, it's another good day. The man he spoke to didn't seem as interested in watching the race. He doesn't look to the boy, just speaks a bit stern.
"Remember were here on business, Jay..." The smile falls from the boys face, as he starts to look around, right, work. There's a reason to be here.
*Headcanon - A good day
Beautiful. That was all he could think as he smiled standing there. Mom was out of bed, she was swaying in the kitchen wearing one of her few remaining dresses. Singing along to some old song. Her arms moving as she swayed, the way she would sometimes do when she would dance with his dad before he got arrested the last time.
"Jay!" His name on her lips snaps him out of it and she's holding a hand to him smiling bright as the sun, the same smile he feels himself giving her back as he reaches out for her hand and she pulls him close. She didn't smell like the sickness, the drugs or the booze. She smelled like he remembered. He moved with her trying to remember the way she showed him when he was younger. He could feel tears in his eyes. Mom was getting better. The sound of her voice singing made him happy.
RHATO #25 - Checked out
It looked like a abandoned room. No power, a dirty wooden floor, bare wooden walls and a mattress on the floor surrounded by candles. The most beautiful thing in the room was the woman laid on the mattress. A bandage on her arm. Her red lock's dyed black. He hated when she dyed her hair, but what she does when he's out he can't stop, out of everything she does with her life a bit of dye was the least bad.
"You see, Mom... I hurt someone today. I was getting us food." He spoke to the unconcious woman as he held her hand. She was the full focus of his attention. Guilt laced his voice. "I know you're not hungry much right now, but you need to eat something. Some guy came out of the alley. He tried to take it from me. From you. From us. I just got so angry, I couldn't think. I started hitting him over and over. When I caught my breath I saw blood on my hands. I let him run away... I mean, I think he's fine...but I didn't mean to do that. I didnt want to..." He rambles before tears start streaking his face falling from his eyes.
He knows she's not listening and he feels helpless. Nothing he does is helping her. "I wish you would stop taking that stuff. I wish you could hear me... I miss you." She wasn't going to answer...
Canon+Head canon- Catherine's death.
Jason made his way inside the crummy apartment. The candles were all out. Something was wrong. "Mom!" He called out when he realized she wasn't on the matress, wasn't in the bathroom or sitting on the threadbare couch. "Fuck!" He yelled sounding to old in his small body. He ran to the sink digging under it for a can. When he opened it his heart dropped. All the money he had made to keep them fed, to pay the rent, it was all gone.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pushed up throwing the can at the wall. He ran back for the door grabbing the tire iron on the way. He had to go find her, and if she was with one of her dealers he would beat the bastards senseless to protect her. He didn't care if they could kill him. He ran as fast as he could running from place to place, peaking through window's, jumping fences. "Come on, Mom where are you!" He called out, people where on the streets but no one paid him any mind. Just another kid on the streets nothing new. And those who did know him, knew what was going on. None of their business anyway.
By the time he reached the alleyway he knew something was wrong he could feel it in his gut as he walked down to the lone light shining.
Locks of ginger and a bowed head, wearing that lone white dress. He used to love that dress so much. Please just be asleep. he wished but he knew better as he kneeled beside her. He could tell before he touched her shoulder. She was cold. "M..mom, no." his eyes were burning. "Mom, please wake up." He started shaking her but it was to late. The poison took her. Despite how much he wanted to cry he had to call someone, get her help in case she could be helped.
He pushed up and ran from the alleyway, finding a payphone, the last change in his pocket put in as he called 911. "Yes, Theres a woman at Park Row and 15th in the back of the alley, I think she may be dead." he tried not to let his terror show. "Her name's Catherine Todd." That was the last thing he said as he hung up. He had to get home and pack fast, otherwise social services would snatch him up. He wasn't about to become a child of the state. He could take care of himself.
RHATO #1 - Meeting Batman
It was like any night, for Jason anyway, moving quietly through the streets of Crime Alley. People left him alone for the most part. Which in return got him left alone, again for the most part. Taking a turn down one of the desolate alleyways when he saw it. The Batmobile in all of it's glory. Well, why not. He thought as he moved forward with his tire iron. The big bad Bat's car didn't look like it was that protected. So he kneeled and got to work.
Once he had one tire off he heard someone clear their throat. Looking up his eyes went wide. "You do realize thats the Batmobile, right?" The voice spoke Batman was bigger than life. But he didn't run, no he did what he did best. He smarted off.
"Duh, you do realize you parked your car in Crime Alley, right?" Batman moved forward towards him and Jason swung out at him with the tire iron, he really didn't want to go to Gotham Lockup with his old man. The man dressed as a bat caught the Iron like it was nothing
"You wanna beat up on a kid, go enlist in the GCPD like every other bully in this city." He hissed at the man, who was now lifting him like he weighed nothing. That deep voice spoke again.
"I'm only going to ask you this once. So give some serious thought to your answer." Then he smirked, when Jason spat out a quick reply of 'what?'. "Are you hungry?"
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Now sitting on the hood of the Batmobile Jason was scarffing down a burger and fries. It was like heaven at the moment.
"Slow down, Jason, You're going to lose a finger."
"Sorry" munch munch "This is the closest thing I've had to a home-cooked meal I've had since..." chomp "... I had a home."
He looks up realizing where the hillside their parked at is. "Funny, I was here once. Looking for Wayne Manor. Trying to case the place but I got lost."
The Batman looks his way. "Why do you think its okay to steal from other people?"
"You kidding me? Look at this view. Freaking "billionaire playboy" think's he's king of the world. Pfft." Jason grumbles as he eats.
"Sometimes you have to give people a chance, Jason. They'll usually surprise you." The bat spoke before silence swept over them and both ate quietly.
RHATO #3 - Revival
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Death in the Family
[ A petite blonde woman stands by a wall smoking in what looks like a make shift building in the desert. A boy makes his way towards her in a blue jacket, which seems out of place.
'Mom.' he speaks up, in that Gotham accent, worry in his tone.
'Jason?' her voice a bit put off.
'You've got big trouble, mom. I know all about the Joker.. everything.'
'I dont know what your talking about.' She denies, of course.
'Come on mom! Play straight with me! I can help you!'
'Sure, tell me about it.' She replies pained, before turning back at the sound of the zipper. Seeing the boy wearing an outfit all to famous... Robin. The bright red, yellow and green. Horror washes over her face.
'Mother, there's a lot about me you don't know.'
'Huh! That outfit ..You're... !' her who attitude shift's, she seems almost angry now. 'Come with me.'
And Jason follows like a good soldier. 'Wait! The Joker!' He calls out to her, but she keeps walking
'Is long gone, there's nothing to worry about, but I've something you should see.'
Jason was confused but followed still.
'What? What's going on here?'
'Just step over here, and you'll understand everything... Robin.'
And there was the mad man himself, the Joker pointing a gun at him. "What! But you said!" Jason cried out.
'I lied. You see, I can't afford to have you stirring up trouble. I've been dipping into the medical funds myself. If you blow the whistle on the joker the ensuing investigation would certainly uncover my embezzling. Sorry about that kid, looks like you choose to trust the wrong person this time." She was pointing a gun at him to now. Both betrayal and fear washed over him as a gun smashed into him twice, once in the arm once in the head sending him flying.
He was back on his feet fast, but not for long 'Then lets boogie!' he swung out at the Joker but was knocked back down hard. His head was ringing, he could no longer really tell what they were saying as the Joker's goons started to kick him while he was down. Everything was starting to hurt as the Joker stepped forward again. This time with a crowbar.
'That wasn't a very nice thing to do to uncle Joker. You've been a bad boy, you must be punished. Prepare yourself for a severe spanking, young man. But let me tell you right from the start this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.' The crowbar came down, over and over. He only caught a glimps of his mother through the pain looking away.
Time seemed to melt away, as he tried to push himself up at the sound of the Joker's drifting laughter. 'JASON!' He heard her scream though he could barley see her anymore through the pain and swollen eye. 'De-active the bomb!'
'In no shape to handle that..' he croaked out 'gotta get you outta here. I'll save you mom...' he spoke as he forced his hands to work through the pain to untie her 'Your free, run for it... go... ' He spoke letting himself fall back to the floor, resigned to his fate. Finally the woman was pulling his busted body up as the bomb ticked down from 23.
'Come on, let me help you. We'll both get out of here, together. We're almost there.' She placed him against a pillar to open the door only to find it locked.
'The door!'
'What's wrong?' he asked as she screamed it was locked, the counter was on two as he threw himself up again and over her, the world went white and bright, then faded to black,]