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Disclaimer, Jason Todd did not want to end all crime. That was never his thing. That was never his character. He wanted to control crime. That was his goal. Stop saying Jason wanted to end all crime. He didn’t. That was never a thing .
Im going to keep saying this as long as I keep seeing posts that keep regurgitating this as if it’s a thing. It’s not.
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rustcd · 2 months
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My vibe about ships since forever tbh
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rustcd · 2 months
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suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd
because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.
because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.
because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.
because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.
because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.
because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?
it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.
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rustcd · 2 months
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the past was kinder…
Some higher resolution pics :3
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robin
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This is the true definition of yearning you guys could never understand
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rustcd · 3 months
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Catboy coded
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rustcd · 3 months
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sometimes I worry that my writing is OOC but then I remember that someone at DC decided that Bruce Wayne should hit his fucking kids, and then I feel slightly better
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in another life
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They’re okay just going on a vacation! ! ! 😇
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He is half of my soul, as the poets say
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rustcd · 4 months
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virginia woolf's 1931 new years resolutions : "to have none. not to be tied. to be free & kindly with myself. sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. to go out, yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. as for clothes, i think to buy good ones."
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