#catherine todd was catholic

[magnoliasandarson]

now i lay me down to sleep

Catherine Todd was raised Catholic. Cathy the Catholic. It was one of the universe's great ironies how her life ended up. Jason remembered her now.

A few feet away was his biological mother. Watching as he was bludgeoned while smoking a cigarette, not a wrinkle on her botox-smoothed face. Even when Catherine was so strung out she could barely string a sentence together, she had looked at him like he was precious. Sheila, however, saw only a bug she had to squash in order to save her own hide.

He was dying. He knew it. For all of his refusal to let the Joker see him cry, he knew this was the end. He had failed, just like Bruce knew he would. This was what he got for trying to play hero. He thought of Catherine now.

She had sat him down and taught him how to pray the rosary when he was small. He must've forgotten it over the years. To be entirely fair, he'd never really believed her when she told him that the meek would inherit the earth. Not when Willis kicked the shit out of him, not when he was living in a dumpster, and especially not now, as he faced his inevitable end.

Catherine had believed in heaven and hell. Jason had wiped tears off of her face when she sobbed about how her failures in this life damned her. But when she died, Jason found himself hoping against hope that his Ma was in a nice place. Wherever that may be.

His lungs were punctured. He felt like he was drowning even as he struggled to breathe. Jason wanted to curl up into a ball- to escape for a second, but if he moved, then his shattered ribs would dig further into his organs. He closed his eyes to the demonic red smile and thought of Catherine Todd. She had prayed over him when she was sober. They would kneel on the floor next to their shared futon and she taught him to pray. Jason couldn't find it in himself to pray now.

Bruce probably thought Jason was going to hell. After all, the old man thought Jason had killed a man in cold blood. Jason had never read the bible or anything, but he was fairly certain that 'no killing' was a big one. He hadn't killed Felipe, he hadn't, but he hadn't saved Felipe either. Was that enough to damn him?

As the crowbar swung down to smash into the back of his skull, he thought of Catherine Todd. Was she waiting for him? Wherever she was? Would she smile at him and welcome him into her arms, or would she, too, be disgusted by what he had become?

When the bomb went off, and the flames and agony gave way to peaceful darkness, Jason basked in the feeling that whatever was next, he would find out.

Then he was drowning in toxic green flames and he knew.

Jason Peter Todd was damned.

#dc comics #dc universe #batman #jason todd #robin #batfam #bruce wayne #sheila haywood #catherine todd #the death of jason todd #the joker #dc joker #joker #robin ii #robin jason todd #bruce and jason #religious themes #sad hours #crowbar #willis todd #catherine todd was catholic #in my mind #i dunno i knew a cathy the catholic and thought oh theres an idea #not your jam dont use it for toast #but if it is #be sad #lets be sad together #lazarus pit

[webshood]

random Jason Todd hc's:

He has cauliflower ears

He's not necessarily catholic, but Catherine was a bit before she went on her addict espiral so he likes to go to church on her birthday and deathday

One of his ear lobes had to be stitched back together after a spar with Damian went wrong

Stephanie unintentionally got him into skincare so now he has a morning and night routine, he has all the top quality expensive stuff

He uses "women's" body lotion, so he's always smelling like jasmine and almond oil

His hair was very curly growing up, but after his dip in the pit it's more on the wavy side, Talia calls it his placenta perm

All his teeth grew back from zero after the pit so he had to use braces again and is stuck with retainers until his league assigned dentist says otherwise

He attends med school out of spite – gotta get that doctorate before anyone else in the family –, but everyone on his course loves him

Once he went undercover to a gym, spying on a villain and got swarmed by gym bros asking his workout routine, what he did for bulking and for his Instagram

Did modeling for one of his college friends as a favor once and people from the fashion department are bitter because he won't model again

Wanted long hair, but Dick has a mullet, Tim's hair is on the longer side, Damian's hair is long – but spiked – and Duke's locs were getting pretty long too, so he asked for a shorter haircut and got hit with the kdrama CEO haircut, carries around a tiny straightener to style it everyday, otherwise it looks weird

Has people stationed in every part of Gotham, from the working girls, drug trade, schools, government workers, the gcpd, every major company, kids also pass along messages like a big game of telephone

All of his lieutenants have a name related to red someway: Ruby, Valentine, Brick, Rusty, Sangria, Blaze

He's his own right hand man, Blaze, people are more open to him as Blaze and are mostly likely to spill or tell things to him they wouldn't dare to tell Red Hood so he uses it to keep his gang "clean"

Sangria is completely enamoured by Red Hood, but would throw a shoe at Blaze's face without thinking twice, Jason finds it funny

He was on the book club, theater, MUN and the choir during his time at Gotham prep , he was training to join the baseball team too, before shit hit the fan

Uses the British version of words/speaks with an accent constantly, since Alfred was the one who tutored him on stuff from the school years he missed

Talia sent him to a korean martial master and he had to learn how to do aegyo to survive, he sometimes will forget that he's a very large man and act/speak cutely whenever he's in the vicinity of an ahjumma, they usually find him adorable

#jason todd #dc comics #red hood #batfam #crime boss jason todd #he has the whole 'be mine' song memorized and it causes him so much mental anguish he would prefer being blow up by the joker again #is it noticeable that im a foreigner in korea by my dread over foing aegyo? #doing** #mom talia is everything to me #let me be

[kara-zor-els]

Some more random Jason Todd headcanons:

He collects rare books, knives and vinyls

Can cook fairly decently and likes to experiment with new recipes.

He picked up multiple languages when traveling with Talia, especially Arabic.

His favorite subjects at school were history and english literature. He's still a massive history buff.

Loves magical realism, poetry and historical fiction. He especially loves Latin American lit and Russian lit. He would consider War and Peace to be light reading.

Speaking of poetry, he loves Plath and Neruda, especially the Love Sonnets.

Huge romantic. He hates the idea or dating apps or hook up culture. He rarely falls in love but when he does it's all in.

Doesn't watch a lot of TV.

Still smokes. He tried vaping but didn't like it.

He listens to some pretty obscure and underground punk. He often listens to non English music. Sometimes he will branch out to rock and rap.

He's grew up catholic but choose to become an atheist pretty early on (about the time catherine died)

The white streak in his hair is actually not directly related to his death/the lazarus pit but a case of poliosis/vitiligo. He will sometimes dye it black to match the rest of his hair.

He actually had blond/ginger hair as a baby but it got darker with time (that happens irl btw, my hair was also ginger when I was born). It was totally black by the time he has 12.

Has big doe bown eyes.

#jason todd #red hood #robin #some of those are more based in canon than others ( #like him listening to punk is canon #anyway apologies once more to my superman mutuals. I shall return to supermanposting once the jtodd brainrot stops #aka I finish his robin run #batfam #batman

[catholic-character-tournament]

Catholic Character Tournament

Current Bracket

All polls here (tagged #cct polls)

Round 5 (16 nominees) is Wednesday July 5 12 PST

Character Submission List:

(Note, not in the order in the bracket. They were randomized for the bracket) (crossed out means dead-dead)

*707/Luciel Choi (Mystic Messenger)

*Abuela Alma Madrigal (Encanto)

*Akane Kurashiki (Zero Escape)

*Amon from (Tokyo Ghoul)

*Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series)

*Asia Argento (High School DxD)

Aslan from (Chronicles of Narnia)

*Aymeric de Borel (Final Fantasy 14)

*Aziraphale (Good Omens) (Disqualified) The Volturi

*Belizabeth Brassica (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Bishop Raphaniel Charlock (Dimension 20 - the Ravening War)

*Blake Langermann (Outlast 2)

*Brother Cellanus (The Completely Unerotic Adventures of Brother Cellanus)

*Caesar Zeppeli (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

*Carlos Reyes (911 Lone Star)

*Carrie White (Carrie)

*Catherine of Aragon (SIX: the Musical)

*CC (Code Geass)

*Chrollo Lucilfer (Hunter x Hunter)

*Chuck E. Cheese

*Claude Frollo(The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

*Crowley (Good Omens) (Disqualified) Vanessa Ives replacement (Penny Dreadful)

Dana Scully (the X files)

Doomguy  (Doom)

*Double (Skullgirls)

Doug Jones (The VelociPastor)

*Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

*Duo Maxwell (Gundam Wing)

*Eddie Brock (Venom)

*Emilio Santoz from The Sparrow

Enrico Pucci (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Farnese de Vandimion (Berserk)

*Father Alexander Anderson (Hellsing)

*Father Brown (Father Brown)

Father John Mulcahy (MASH)

Father Paul (Midnight Mass)

*Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Spiderman)

Firestar (Warrior Cats)

*Flayn (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

*Frank Castle (Marvel)

Friar Tuck (Robin Hood)

*Gabriel (Ultrakill)

*Galahad (The Mechanisms)

*Gerard (Unholyverse)

Gloria Maria Ramirez Delgado-Pritchett (Modern Family)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

*Helena Bertinlli (DC comics)

Hell boy (HellBoy)

Homura Akemi (Madoka Magica)

*Hot Pants (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Ibara Shiozaki (My Hero Academia)

*Inori Yamabuki/Cure Pine (Fresh Precure)

Jason Todd (DC Comics)

*Javert (Les Miserables)

Jean Valjean (Les Misérables)

*Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) (Fate/Grand Order)

*Jesus (Jesus Christ Superstar) 

*John "Soap" MacTavish (Call of Duty)

*John Gaius (The Locked Tomb)

*John Ward (FAITH)

*Johnathan (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

*Junk Rat (Overwatch)

*Justin Law (Soul eater)

*Kawabuchi Sentarou (Kids on the Slope)

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

*Kirei Kotomine (Fate franchise)

Knuckes the Echidna (Sonic)

*Kristen Applebees (Dimension 20's Fantasy High)

*Kuroe (Magia Record)

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (X-Men)

*Ky Kiske (Guilty Gear)

*Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

*Lady Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Leliana (Dragon Age)

*Leon (8:11)

*Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

*Libra (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

*Link (The Legend of Zelda)

*Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire/The Vampire Chronicles)

*Luis Serra Navarro (Resident Evil)

Mac McDonald (It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia)

Maddie Fitzpatrick (Suite Life of Zack and Cody)

*Marcy Park (The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee)

*Mark Heathcliff (The Mandela Catalogue)

Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

*Mello (Death Note)

*Mercedes (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Michael Carpenter (Dresden Files)

*Michael Corleone (The Godfather)

Miles Morales/Spider-Man

*Nate Ford (Leverage)

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

*Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

*Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

*Pastry Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

*Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides (Web Series))

Pope Pinion IV (Cars)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Remy LeBeau/Gambit (X-Men)

*Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

*RoboCop (RoboCop)

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle)

*Ryker (Roleslaying With Roman)

*Saint Citrina Rocks (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sasuke (Naruto)

*SCP-166 (Just a Teenage Gaia) 

*Seeley Booth (Bones)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic)

*Shiro Fujimoto (Blue Exorcist)

Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

*Sir Keradin Deeproot (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sister Mary (The Young Pope)

Sister Michael (Derry Girls)

*Steve Rogers/Captain America (Marvel)

*Tammy Edwards (Legoland by Jacob Richmond) 

*Tatsumi Kazehaya (Ensemble Stars)

*Temenos Mistral (Octopath Traveler 2)

The Derry Girls (Derry Girls)

*The Penitent One (Blasphemous)

*Tobias Schneien (Ghost Eyes)

*Valeria Garaz (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 reboot)

*Valery Michailov (Goncharov - 1973)

*Vector the Crocodile (Sonic the Hedgehog)

*Vito Corleone (The Godfather)

*Wesley Hailoh (Rhyme and Reason)

*William Murdoch (Murdoch Mysteries)

*Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

#the bracket isnt the prettiest or easiest to read but please bare with me #this is the best i got im going insane trying to make it work #Tokyo Mew Mew #the godfather #gonchorov #rhyme and reason #d20 #d20 ravening war #d20 fantasy high #call of duty #ghost eye #clasphemous #derry girls #octopath traveler 2 #ensemble stars #encanto #sonic the hedgehog #daredevil #marvel #miles morales #spider man #legend of zelda #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #cookie run #fire emblem #percy jackson #Mandela Catalogue #good omens #les miserables

[onnahu]

Jason Todd Fanfiction

Tw: death, religious trauma, mentions of drugs, violence and homelessness

So yeah, I had a rough week, and on easter my religious trauma have the time of life, and I remembered that Jason canonicaly grew up catholic. So did I. It was easy from there. It's rough, not edited, and that's why it's for now only here, I'll get it on ao3 later, after some smoothing over.

When Catherine fell ill, she said 'it's a part of God's plan'.

Jason didn't really understood it then, he was 6, but he knew his mom was strong and smart and knew everything, so he agreed, and went play with his neighbours.

When the mony was tight, she took him to church and prayed. He kneelt beside her, but didn't really know what to do. He knew the Lord's Prayer, but it never felt right. It was hard to belive there was some big guy up there, that loved them, and yet made them live in an apartment with mold and non-airthight windows. It just seemd counterproductive. If you love someone, you should wsnt the best for them. Like his mom wanted the best for him. But his mom prayed, and his mom knew best, so he knelt beside her and prayed along.

When Willis got arrested, his mom said that god will help them. She said they should prey, and so they did. Jason thought it was stupid, but didn't said anything.

When Willis went to prison, his mom took him to the church, again, and told him to pray to god for help. He knelt beside her, but didn't prey. He knew there wasn't anyone there listening to him. And even if there was, he for sure didn't care for them.

When his mom got worse, and her medicine was too expensive, so she had to take the other 'medicine', she often sent him to aunty Mei next door. Jason knew what drugs were, and he wasn't stupid. He knew it didn't really help his mom, but so did her prayers, and drugs were at least real. And she wasn't in pain so much. That had to be enough. When his mom was too weak to get up on sunday, aunty Mei took him to the mass instead of her. He didn't tell his aunty that it was bullshit, because she would get angry and tell his mom, and his mom would be sad, because she still believed. So he went silently and on their way out he picked up a few dollars from the collection. If he had to be there, he would at least do something useful. It was always a little more to their budget, a little less of his mom's worry.

When his mom died, he cursed god out. He screamed and cried and sweared and he hated god, hated the world, hated his dad, hated his mom, hated all his aunties and uncles, and above all, he hated himself. When he was done, he packed up all the money left, his warmest clothes, a few photos he hidden in his favourite book, everything that looked like it was worth something, so he could sell it, soap, all the food that was left, a pack of cigarettes, his dad's old pocketknife and a tire iron. He stuffed it all in a dufflebag, and then knocked on aunty Mai's door. He told her that there was something wrong with mom. When she came into their apartment, he took off. She would call 911. He wasn't going to wait on CPS so he could be sold out or packed into some awful foster-home. He was better off alone. He always was.

In winter, he found himself in the church. It was warm, and he could be ther a whole hour of the mass. He got all the money from offerings, and later got himself a warm meal. Church wasn't that bad after all.

He was hiding from some thugs that didn't like him taking their tires. They shouldn't have left their van alone if they had a problem, Jason thought. They didn't like his argument and started to beat him up. He menaged to run away, and was hiding behind a dumpster. They were close. He could hear them. He started to pray. They didn't find him.

The next time he was hiding and started to pray, they found him and beat the shit out of him. He, once again, got reminder of why he could only rely on himself.

When he met Batman, and then Bruce, and then Batman as Bruce, he was happy. Fate finally smiled at him. He found out Bruce also belived on god, but it wasn't (or was? It was confusing) the same god his mom had. He didn't tell him that it was bullshit, because he wasn't stupid, thank you very much, but told him that he wasn't gonna belive in him. Bruce said it was alright, and that was it.

When he was laying on that werehouse's floor, watching the numbers fall, he heard Sheila praying. He didn't call her out on that bullshit, because honestly, he wanted to pray himself. Only she prayed to god, and he wanted to pray to Bruce. He knew it would mean jack shit, but it would be nice to believe someone was coming. He didn't pray. I stead, he got up and dragged his broken body towar Sheila. He positioned himself so he would take to most of the bomb's blow. It propably wouldn't save her, but he wanted to at least die doing something good. She didn't paid him any mind. She was still praying. When numbers on the display wen 3, 2, 1, she was still praying. She died with pray on her lips. He died with the bitter flavor of dissapointment, pain, resignation and hate on his lips. He never heard the batmobile's engine so close to him. He never heard the broken-hearted scream of a grieving father.

When he woke up in his coffin six feet under, he thought two things. First, that if god really exist, he must really hate Jason. Second, he also has a sick sense of humor. To be honest, if he wasn't already screaming, maybe he would laugh too.

#jason todd #red hood #robin #batman #dc #dc comics #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #religious trauma #unedited #catholic jason todd

[gatorbites-imagines]

DC character headcanons, cuz why not.

I’m really bored in class, and I said forever ago I might do this. So, here’s DC characters and my hcs for them (ethnicity, gender, sexuality, etc). 

Bruce Wayne: Half-Jewish (mothers’ side, see Kane family). Pansexual. He/Him.

Dick Grayson: Romani. Bisexual. He/Him, but is fine with They/Them.

Jason Todd: Hispanic from his mother’s side (Sheila and Catherine). Unlabeled, but dates any gender. He/They.

Tim Drake: Wasian, Chinese from his mother’s side. Bisexual, leans towards men. He/They.

Duke Thomas: Half African American, Half whatever his dad (Gnomon) is. Demi bisexual. He/Him.

Damian Wayne: Jewish and Caucasian from Bruce’s side, Mixed Arabic and Chinese from Talia. Unlabeled, just likes whoever. He/Him.

Clark Kent: Kryptonian, though raised American. Bisexual. He/They/Ze. Though is open to most masculine or genderless pronouns, as krypton has a different expression of gender (this is a headcanon of mine)

Conner Kent/Kon-El: Kryptonian from Clark, has some German and American from Luthor. Homosexual. Genderfluid. He/Him or any masculine or genderless pronouns.

Jonathan “Jon” Kent: Kryptonian from Clark, some Latino and Caucasian from Lois. Unlabeled, just likes whoever. He/They.

Barry Allen: Might be Jewish (has described himself as an attractive Jewish boy). Bisexual. He/Him.

Wally West: Caucasian, American. Pansexual. He/Him, but is fine with They/Them.

Bart Allen: Caucasian, American. Omnisexual, but leaning towards men. He/Him, but is fine with They/Them or Xe/Xem.

Hal Jordan: Half-Jewish (mothers’ side) though raised catholic (fathers’ side). Unlabeled, just likes whoever. He/They/Xe, is fine with any masculine or genderless pronouns, as many alien languages don’t have multiple pronouns.

 Guy Gardner: Caucasian American for the most part, but is a descendant of the space-traveling Vuldarians, so he’s part Alien. Queer. He/Him, but is fine with They/Them or many other pronouns used by alien species.

 Oliver Queen: Caucasian, American. Pansexual. He/Him but is fine with They/Them.

Roy Harper: Caucasian, but adopted by and raised Navajo. Unlabeled, just likes whoever he likes. He/Him.

 Michael Jon Carter (Booster Gold): Half-Jewish, through his Levin ancestors. (Confirmed by Jeff Katz). Omnisexual. Genderqueer. He/She/They, any pronouns, though used He/Him for the most part since its easier for others.

 Ted Kord (Blue Beetle): Might be Jewish (Again from Jeff Katz). Demi Bisexual. He/Him, but is fine with They/Them.

#dc #headcanons #my headcanons #dc headcanon #justice league headcanon #batfam headcanon #superfam headcanon #flashfam headcanon #arrowfam headcanon #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #clark kent #conner kent #jon kent #barry allen #wally west #bart allen #hal jordan #guy gardner #oliver queen #roy harpher #michael jon carter #ted kord #i wrote this instead of paying attention in class #young justice headcanon

[theunavenged]

Mommy Dearest

As the president of the Catherine Todd Protection Squad, and Founder of the AK!Jason Needs All of the Hugs organization, I am hereby giving Cathy a small bit of redemption from how she was portrayed in Arkham Knight: Genesis, therefore allowing Jason to get lots and lots of hugs and kisses as a kid ❤️ (Abusive Willis gets no redemption. Sorry bud.)

Also on AO3 (please comment & kudos if you enjoy!)

cw: domestic violence, child neglect, drug use/addiction, swearing

It was crying again. More like shrieking. Cathy rolled over in bed and wrapped a pillow around her head. She could fucking geld Willis for this. How hard was it to just pull his dick out and come on her back for a couple of weeks until she could get back on the pill? Too hard for her imbecile husband, apparently. 

As soon as she realized she was pregnant she wanted to get rid of it but Willis wouldn’t let her. That was when he hatched his idiotic scheme to sell a fucking newborn to a bunch of mobsters to pay off their drug debts. Dumbass. Now they were stuck with this 12 pound nightmare that never, ever shut the fuck up.

Willis kicked her in the side, so hard that she almost tumbled off the bed. He grabbed the pillow off of her head, yanking it out of her hands. “If you don’t shut that goddamn baby up then I will,” he growled before slamming the pillow back down in her face and rolling back over in bed.

He always threatened this. Last time she told him to go for it and he’d backhanded her so hard he knocked her to the floor. “Do I look like a fucking nanny? Deal with it!” She still had that bruise on her cheek.

She sat up on the side of the bed and rubbed her sunken bloodshot eyes, trying to find the willpower to stand up. It was December in Gotham and their gas was shut off because they’d smoked up the last payment (and the payment before that, and the payment before that, etcetera, etcetera…) Now they were making do with a couple of space heaters, but she was still freezing her ass off. The absolute last thing she wanted to do right now was crawl out of the warmth of her blankets to go beg a damn baby to stop crying.

She fantasized once again about taking a pillow and smothering it. But as much as she despised the thing she’d never actually do it. She was a good Catholic girl, and she didn’t want to burn in hell for murdering a baby. What does it want from me?? It wasn’t like she knew anything about raising a kid. She was only 19, practically a kid herself. None of her girlfriends who she could’ve turned to for advice even talked to her anymore—they didn’t want to associate with a junkie. Her sister had a brood, but she was on the other side of the country, wrapped up in some evangelical cult her nutjob husband sucked her into, and Cathy would rather suffer with her screaming kid than hear one more time about how she needed to embrace Jesus to be healed of her sinful addictions. She wished she had her mother to help her, but her parents cut her off when she dropped out of high school to run off with the dreamy Willis Todd, who was a decade older than she was, who’d failed out of high school and was too stupid to pass his GED. Worst mistake of my life, and she’d made a lot of them. She also didn’t have the luxury of delivering the baby in an air-conditioned hospital with a nice nurse to send her home with how-to instructions. Nope. She had the thing on a hot roof on a sweltering mid-August night, with Willis telling her to "push," while all she wanted to do was push him and his brat off the building. 

It was somehow shrieking even louder now. How the hell did it have this much energy? She could barely afford to feed herself, much less a kid. And as if everything else she had to deal with wasn’t enough, the damn thing wouldn’t breastfeed. Maybe it could tell that milk was poisoned. She hadn’t changed her lifestyle when she got knocked up or after it was born—why should I when I didn’t want the thing in the first place? Her drawn face softened, smoothing away her angry scowl. For some reason the thought of the baby going hungry made her sad all of a sudden, and for a moment she actually felt sorry for it. The kid didn’t ask to be born. And it certainly didn’t ask to be born to two dirt-poor fuckups. When she stopped by the kitchen to grab her cigarettes and an ashtray she’d make it a bottle. Maybe that would make it happy.

With a sigh, she finally pushed herself off the bed and stood up. She didn’t want to have to deal with Willis if he woke up again—she already had one whining kid to take care of right now. She wandered like a stoned zombie into their tiny kitchen. Their elderly neighbor had shown her how to swaddle the thing—she said it was like being back in the womb or something—but she’d been tweaked out of her mind then and now she couldn’t figure out what the lady had done. Goddamn kid. She’d told Willis over and over that they could dump it at a fire station and be rid of it once and for all, but the idiot was still convinced he could sell it, and there was no talking him out of something when he made his mind up. She’d thought about crawling back home to her parents and begging for a second chance, but she didn’t think she could give up dope for that. And besides, Willis would track her down and beg her to come back to him, and she’d do it. She hated herself for that, but that was how it was. She wasn’t gonna pretend it would be any different than all the other times he’d dragged her back to this shithole apartment.

She lit up a cigarette while she prepared the formula for the bottle. She’d thought all babies had blonde hair, but this one had a head full of black hair, just like her pig of a husband. And its eyes were baby blue now, but she just knew they’d eventually fade to that empty, soulless blue shade of his. You know, the least it could do after I carried it for 9 miserable months was actually look like me. But all she saw when she looked down at it was Willis. A carbon copy of the man. And it would probably grow up to be just like Willis, with his temper and his drugs and his gambling and his whores—another dumbass deadbeat in this godforsaken city. This poor kid was fucked every which way. He’d have no more hope of escaping Gotham’s gravity than she ever had.

She screwed the nipple back onto the bottle, slid the lit cigarette between her lips, and wandered over to the crib and her wailing baby. But… it wasn’t wailing. It had stopped when she entered the living room. Weird. Did the thing drop dead on her or something? That was all she needed right now. A dead baby. She sat the ashtray down with her cigarette, switched on a lamp, and leaned over the crib. 

The chubby little thing was on his back with his stubby arms and legs in the air like a turtle on its shell, and he was smiling up at her, with two huge robin’s egg blue eyes, and although he’d dragged her out of bed at 4 in the morning, she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Aww,” she said gently. “I’ve never seen you smile before.”

She reached in and touched him on his tiny hand and he laughed, and that little laugh was the cutest thing she’d heard or seen in years. She giggled back at him then picked him up and held him against her heart, cradling his head against her shoulder. “Did you just want to be held? Is that it?”

He burbled at her in response, and something cracked inside of her. She suddenly felt like the worst piece of shit human being to ever walk the planet. This was her son, her baby boy. Hers. And for four goddamn months of his short life she had treated him like an unwanted piece of trash. Yet, here he was smiling at her, reaching for her like he knew she was his mommy, knew that she was supposed to protect him and love him unconditionally. He didn’t give a shit that she was a high school dropout, or that she was married to a loser, or that she was a 19 year old jibhead who looked like she was 40, or even that she’d all but neglected him for his entire life—he still wanted her, when the same couldn’t be said of her girlfriends, or her husband, or even her own family. 

The poor thing didn’t even have clothes on, just a diaper. He was probably freezing to death in here. She tugged a ratty blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped herself and her son in it. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and she hugged the tiny body against her chest like a teddy bear. “I’m sorry,” she cried as tears rolled down her sunken cheeks, cheeks that were spotted with angry red sores. She felt like a little girl again, and she desperately wanted her own mother to take her in her arms and tell her everything was going to be alright. She wanted her dad to take her away from this hell, to protect her from Willis’ rage. But that was a different life, a life she chose to walk away from so she could play house with a wannabe gangster. Now it was time for her to grow up and become the parent, the protector, the mama bear. She rubbed away the tears from her dark-ringed eyes with the back of her hand.

Her little Jaybird had drifted off to sleep in her arms, and she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and the soft yet steady beating of his tiny heart. Her own heart felt warm in her chest, warm enough to chase the frigid chill away. She lay her cheek against his soft head. He was such a fragile, helpless little thing, and he would need his mommy to protect him from everything this godforsaken city would throw at him. 

“Mommy’s gonna take care of you now, little one,” she whispered as she rocked him gently. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

And she meant it. It was a promise, an oath. One she hoped she had the strength to keep. For a moment she forgot who she was, who she was married to, where she was forced to live, or who she had become. Right then all that mattered to her was the little life nestled against her breast. Right then she swore that even if she couldn’t escape Gotham’s gravity, she’d do whatever it took to help her baby boy crawl out from beneath its weight.

She gave his black hair a tender kiss, and soon both mother and son were sound asleep.

#can y'all tell i adore this woman??? 😍 #jason todd #(but he's just a baby) #(literally) #catherine todd #willis todd #baby jay #arkham knight #arkham knight: genesis #arkhamverse #my arkhamverse #relationships #headcanon #fanfic #bubs writes fic about jpt #mine

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Look at the Light

by beforethemoon Jason Todd didn’t believe in miracles. But, though he would never admit it out loud, he thought that whatever had led him to Dick Grayson that Christmas might have been one.   ... Or, Jason finds a family in Dick Grayson, but not before intervening heavily in Dick's love life. Words: 26342, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Renee Montoya Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Holidays, Homeless Jason Todd, Mentioned Catherine Todd, Mentioned Willis Todd, Bad Parent Willis Todd, Matchmaking, kind of, Catholic Jason Todd, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, not described in detail, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Protective Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Getting Back Together, Dick Grayson is Not Adopted, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Dick Grayson is Not Nightwing, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death via https://ift.tt/0xTWs49

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

[anchored]

You Mourn but Your Blood Is Flowing

Summary: “He didn’t plan on coming; doesn’t know what it was about seeing the date on a billboard downtown that made him turn right instead of left. 11 years was hardly an anniversary worth acknowledging, yet Jason still found himself sitting in the grass with a shitty bouquet he bought from the first street vendor he passed. He doesn’t know how long he’s been there either, staring at his mother’s name, index finger tracing the groove of the ‘O’ in idle circles.”

Or Jason finally visits his mother again and Barbara provides comfort as he reminisces about his childhood.

Characters: Jason Todd/Barbara Gordon, Catherine Todd (mentioned)

Tags: Grief/mourning, PTSD (minor), implied/referenced drug/alcohol addiction, implied/referenced abusive relationship, Roman Catholic imagery and symbolism

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When Jason Todd buried his mother, he couldn’t afford a headstone. He couldn’t afford a funeral either, but it wasn’t like anyone would’ve gone. Not besides him and maybe Mrs. Walker from across the hall, assuming Jason would’ve been thinking clearly enough to ask her. So Jason let the state pay to simply put her in the ground while he watched, numb and alone, in the back corner of a crowded cemetery in the East End, and that was that. At least, Jason thought, he wouldn’t have to worry about losing her ashes when he took to the streets later that night. At least this way he always had a place he could go.

In the two years that followed, Jason visited Catherine whenever he could, frequently sneaking off at the end of patrol to hop the fence and tell her about the night’s adventures. He always went alone, save for once, when he finally mustered up the courage to ask if Bruce would come with him. It was one of the last Saturdays of winter and there was a nip in the air as they stood in silence on the grass above her. As they made their way home, warm in the car with a thermos of hot chocolate, Bruce asked if Jason wanted a marker, or even to move her to the Wayne burial grounds. Despite what the offer meant, and the adoption papers signed over a year before, Jason was still waiting for the other shoe to drop; for Bruce to take everything back and send him packing. And Gotham was home. Not Bristol, not the manor—not for Catherine at least.

She should stay, he told Bruce, but, yeah, she deserves better.

Together, they decided upon something simple, yet elegant. The company said it would be a month before it was ready.

Jason left for Ethiopia three weeks later.

He hasn’t visited since, so one-track minded in his revenge before he put all that energy into healing instead—into grieving his own lost life.

When Jason sees the stone for the first time, he’s surprised to find pristine marble glistening in the summer sun next to yellow zinnias, Alfred’s handiwork apparent in their bright blooms. Engraved in block letters was her name, and the dates, and a small image of the Virgin Mary, picked for every night Jason heard Catherine praying to her. At the bottom, he had them write “beloved mother.” In hindsight, Jason figures he probably could’ve been a little more creative than that, but she would’ve loved it regardless.

Well, as much as anyone could love their own grave, he thinks. From what he’s heard, Bruce had his done up just as nice and the mere thought of it still made Jason sick to his stomach.

He didn’t plan on coming; doesn’t know what it was about seeing the date on a billboard downtown that made him turn right instead of left. 11 years was hardly an anniversary worth acknowledging, yet Jason still found himself sitting in the grass with a shitty bouquet he bought from the first street vendor he passed. He doesn’t know how long he’s been there either, staring at his mother’s name, index finger tracing the groove of the “O” in idle circles.

What Jason does know is that he picked the worst day for it, smack in the middle of the longest heatwave Gotham’s had in years. He can almost feel the air, thick and heavy with humidity, in his chest as he breathes. An oak tree had grown in the time he’s been gone, and it’s cooler in its shade, but just barely. The sun still beats down on his back and his jeans still stick to his thighs when he moves to cross his legs. Jason’s only saving grace is that the cemetery’s deserted, anyone that would’ve come probably busting open the closest fire hydrant for some sliver of relief instead.

At least, the cemetery was deserted until he hears tires on gravel coming down the drive. A car stops. Metal scrapes. The door slams.

He knows who it is immediately, but the somber setting keeps his smile at bay.

Jason’s always been attuned to her presence, or so he likes to tell himself. He can’t help it. His sentimental parts might not be buried six feet deep, but no one digs them out as easily as Barbara Gordon does.

The reality is it’s the click of the chair that gives her away. Jason knows every sound of its assembly by heart, having heard her put it together and take it apart countless times in the year they’ve been together.

Not bothering to turn and confirm his suspicion, Jason asks, “How’d you find me?”

“Oh, you know. Omnipotence and all that,” she replies, and Jason can practically hear the smirk in her voice. Flatly, Barbara adds, “Bike upgrade comes with a tracker.”

Jason hums in acknowledgment. He assumed it was there—it was Bat and Birds protocol after all—even if she didn’t have time to finish walking him through all the bells and whistles last night before Bruce called to ask them for help taking down Riddler. He doesn’t mind, either. They’ve never been able to hide anything from each other. Now, he has nothing left that he wants to.

“I tried calling. Then it got late and—”

Shit.

There’s no bite in her voice, but the guilt slaps him in the face all the same when he realizes he was supposed to meet her for lunch who knows how long ago.

“I’m sorry, Barb. I left it in my bike and lost track of time and…” Jason scrubs a hand over his face. “I’m sorry.”

“Jason, it’s okay,” Barbara reassures him. “Besides, how many dates have I canceled?”

“You’ve told me, and then went to go save the world.”

“This is important too,” she says firmly. “And I don’t mean to intrude, I just thought you could use this.”

Barbara tosses a water bottle and Jason catches it before finally turning to look at her. Sweat already glistens on her brow, which sits furrowed in concern. There’s no breeze to blow at the hem of her sundress, but her mouth twists up, an unspoken question pulling at her lips.

“Stay,” he answers, means it as an offer, but comes out more like a plea.

“Okay.”

Jason takes a long drink as Barbara settles herself on the ground next to him. When it’s almost half empty, he sets the water down and pulls his legs up to his chest. Barbara rests her head on his shoulder and Jason closes his eyes as she soothes her nails down his back. The proximity makes the heat that much worse, but she doesn’t pull back, and he doesn’t dare consider pushing her away.

For a while, no one talks but the birds.

Then, finally, Jason asks, “Do you think she would’ve been proud?”

Barbara smiles against his shoulder and tilts her head up at him.

“Yeah, Jay,” she answers, his name soft and safe on her tongue. “I do.”

Jason bobs his head but bites his lip, like he’s not sure he agrees. If his mom was right and Heaven existed—if Oliver was right and that’s where Jason went—there was no way Catherine Todd didn’t. And there was no way, Jason thought, after everything he’d done, that they’d let him back in when he barely felt like he deserved the second chances he’d gotten on Earth.

“I wish you could’ve met her,” he says quietly, feeling tears start to pool behind his eyes. “Not— Not the shell he made her. Who she really was…”

Jason swallows, hesitates, not used to remembering his childhood. It was always so hazy before the pit, but now…. now it’s acid green in vibrant technicolor. For a moment, he can almost feel the water, seeping into his pores, bubbling beneath his skin until it—

Jason gasps as a shudder rolls through him. He opens his eyes and looks at Barbara, reaching out for her hand to find it already upturned, waiting for him. She laces their fingers together as he rests his forehead against her own.

“Breathe,” Barbara whispers, guiding his other hand to her chest.

And he does, in and out to the rise and fall of her own. He focuses on her eyes. Green stares back at him, different this time, warm and comforting, like his favorite color used to be.

“You with me?” Barbara asks after a moment.

Jason nods. “Always.”

He wraps his arms around her and Barbara shifts to settle against him, her back to his chest. He drops a gentle kiss to her temple and runs his fingers up and down her side, finding solace in the feel of the soft cotton despite it being damp with sweat. Jason waits for his pulse to slow before he speaks again.

“Whenever, um… Whenever there was a long period where Willis wasn’t around, in jail or doing something to end up in it, it was like— Like she finally felt… free. I mean, things weren’t good, y’know, but... She was just so different then. She had this one nice dress, for church every week—”

“Hold on, I’m trying to picture you in a church,” Barbara teases.

Jason pokes her playfully in the side and she laughs.

“Clearly, God took his time with the bursting into flames bit.”

He doesn’t have to look to know Barbara’s rolling her eyes, but she brings her arms up over his and squeezes his bicep.

“Anyway, it was yellow. She’d put it on, force me into a button-down, and we’d waltz around in the tiny space of our kitchen. I don’t know where she learned how, but when I came to the manor, even Alf was impressed by what I had down. We’d dance for hours, laughing the whole time and… I never saw her happier than she was in those moments.

“And at night, even when Willis was around, she’d always tuck me into bed, kiss my forehead, tell me, ‘you’re meant for something bigger than this, baby.’ Every night… At least until she—” Jason takes a ragged breath, shoulders heaving. “I know that, like, on a whole she wasn’t perfect. Wasn’t really a mom, not like she should’ve been.”

Barbara’s body tenses. She doesn’t talk about her parents before, or that part of her past, much at all. She remembers it, of course, but it’s a life she chooses to forget. Until she can’t.

Jason rests his cheek against her crown and holds her tighter.

“I know I— We should’ve been kids, not taking care of them. I know that, but my mom… She tried,” Jason says, voice breaking. He sniffles and Barbara reaches up to run a hand through his hair. “She always tried, even when it got hard.”

“So that’s where you get your stubbornness from, huh?” Barbara asks, lightly scratching at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah.” Jason chuckles weakly. “Yeah, probably. Hers was different though. Somewhere I… I lost hope. For a long time… But she never did.”

“She sounds wonderful,” Barbara says. “I think I would’ve liked her.”

Jason pulls back and meets Barbara’s gaze.

“She would’ve loved you.” He smiles and adds, “Not that it’s hard.”

“Plenty of people would disagree with that statement,” Barbara deflects, turning to look back at the gravestone.

“Yeah, well, they’d be wrong,” he says and leaves it there.

They haven’t said those words yet, even though he’s pretty sure he’s always meant them. But his track record with love—no matter the kind—is this. It’s cemeteries and loss, people left and leaving, and he can’t bear the thought of her name on that list.

They don’t need them, anyway, to know how the other feels. It comes out as moments like this. In the way she’s always improving his gear if he even offhandedly complains about the tech. Or in the way he has a warm bath and her favorite book waiting for her after a long mission with the Birds. For them, “I love you” is a whispered “be safe” before she sends him out into the field every night with a kiss.

“Tell me more?” Barbara asks tentatively

“What do you wanna know?” Jason responds, following it quickly with a chuckle.

He knows the answer already. With her, it’s always “everything,” especially when it comes to him.

So they sit and he tells her, talking until the sun sets. Until the tears fall and he cries into her shoulder. Until the rain pours and the heat breaks. Until Jason’s heart finally feels a little less heavy, and his mother a little less far away.

#jason todd #barbara gordon #catherine todd #jaybabs #to paraphrase my ao3 note: #fuck a willis todd redemption arc give me a catherine one #wrote this when i couldn't sleep like 2 months ago #and i'm shockingly proud of it #had a thought halfway through editing of doing a babs and jim companion #but writing this almost made me cry and that would definitely break me #i just have many thoughts on these 2 and their parents #and how it plays into their relationship #this barely scratches the surface #j writes #rs: i always took you as the knight in shining armor

[incomingalbatross]

Tonight’s the night for more Catholic Batfam headcanons because I say so.

As outlined in this post, in this world Bruce was raised Catholic, drifted away somewhat in adolescence, and regained his faith and active practice during his Training World Tour. Further thoughts (some of which I’ve already stated, but put together a little better, I think):

Bruce doesn’t have a regular spiritual director in Gotham. Instead he just goes to Confession to a few different parish priests he likes—taking precautions so that people don’t see Bruce Wayne in the Confession lines just to be safe—and starts every Confession with “I’m Batman” because he feels it’s necessary context. This feels logical to me but also highly entertaining.

When he moved back into Wayne Manor and started fixing it up, his first big project outside of the Cave was converting one of the ballrooms into a family chapel. (Yes, the Manor had two ballrooms. Yes, Bruce also thinks that was excessive.) It’s dedicated to St. Michael, with side niches for statues of Our Lady and St. Joseph, and other saints along the walls/in the new stained-glass windows. He can’t keep the Eucharist there, of course, but there’s a Tabernacle built into the altar just to be thorough. Mass could be said there.

He also sets up outdoor Stations of the Cross in the Manor grounds, though that comes later. There’s landscaping and a path to take you through them. He prays the Stations every Friday.

Alfred is a practicing Anglican, BTW. He and Bruce have agreed to disagree, but they don’t hesitate to share their common ground. Alfred does make use of the chapel. (I believe St. Michael is his Confirmation saint here, actually. Which Bruce knew when he designed the chapel.)

When Dick comes along, he’s very much a non-denominational Christian. He was baptized and his parents read the Bible with him and taught him to pray, but living on the road didn’t give them a lot of formal religion. They did have informal services at Haly’s on Sundays, though.

Bruce didn’t want to push him (partly because he’s oversensitive to the idea of “making a kid go against his dead parents”), so he didn’t really actively try to convert him. Dick went to church with him or Alfred, growing up, and remained a believer, but I don’t think he had a deep or a formally religious spiritual life. He does have a great deal of respect for Bruce’s, though.

Then Jason came along.

Jason is a FIERCELY Catholic little Irish-American with a battered rosary he was given for his First Communion and a strong devotion to the Holy Family (because Catherine Todd was a deeply pro-life Catholic woman and raised her boy accordingly, and I will die on this hill). I’m not sure if he’s ever had an opportunity to be an altar server but I know he WANTS it. One of the first and biggest ways he and Bruce click is through their shared Faith.

Bruce has his own chapel! Bruce talks to him about religious things, and helps him get to Mass and the Sacraments, and signed up for regular serving duty at their parish! Bruce buys him saint books and listens to his half-articulate spiritual troubles and understands.

Bruce, meanwhile, is equally blown away by this tiny street child’s vehement love for Our Lady and the Blessed Sacrament and the beauties and stories of the Catholic Church, the way he clings to Holy Mother Church all the more for the absence of an earthly family, and how hungry he is for a stronger spiritual life. Bruce wants to give him everything.

Of course, Jason is far from a perfect child—he struggles with anger, anger which is founded in his hatred of suffering and injustice but which he doesn’t always know what to do with, or how to handle. He loves God deeply, but sometimes—especially as he starts maturing, becoming more and more aware of the world beyond his own life—he finds himself angry at Him, raging against the cruelty and injustice in the world and asking how? why? Why would You allow this?

On the whole, though, Jason is doing okay. He has Bruce, and he has his Faith. He’s confirmed at thirteen, a year after meeting Bruce, and he picks St. John Bosco as his patron saint. He prays to him for help in directing his passions to help the poor and vulnerable, rather than falling into anger and ill-will.

He doesn’t mention it to Bruce, yet, but as he keeps growing up he starts to feel like... maybe... he wants to be a priest? Maybe THAT’S what he’s supposed to do with his life? He keeps thinking about it...slowly, because it’s a Big Deal and he keeps doubting himself and he IS just fifteen, still, and having struggles with his temperament and the effects of of his past. But he keeps feeling more strongly like this is the right path for him.

And then he finds out his mother, who loved him and raised him and gave him everything he has, isn’t his mother. And he goes investigating this, because he has to, he has to know who his other mother is and if he can get to know her.

And then he is murdered, betrayed and and beaten, and still trying desperately to save the woman who sold him to the Joker.

(Jason Todd died a hero’s death and this is ALSO a hill I will die on.)

I haven’t figured out what quirk of the multiverse made Jason NOT 100% dead (the Lazarus Pit can’t bring back really-quite-sincerely-dead people or it would be way too OP and also HORRIFYING), but there’s something. Bat-Mite meddling? Superboy Prime punching the universe is dumb, but it’s DEFINITELY better than Talia stealing Jason’s corpse.

Anyway.

Quite frankly, at this point, Bruce’s faith is the only thing that keeps him sane.

He has his boy buried in the family cemetery, with the funeral Mass in the chapel.

He was really hoping one of his boys would be married there, first. Or even that Jason would say a Mass there, someday.

(He didn’t know Jason had thought about that too, but a parent hopes this kind of hope anyway.)

But no. Jason is buried. Bruce struggles with his own rage, and grief, and despair. He spends a lot of time in the chapel. ...Sometimes it helps.

And then little Tim Drake shows up, INSISTING that “Batman needs a Robin!” And things change again.

Tim (since this is focusing on the religious aspects of characters) is not Catholic. I BELIEVE he’s Protestant (don’t know which type), and likes starting debates with Bruce when things are too quiet. Bruce only engages sometimes, because when it gets too earnest he can be painfully reminded of his discussions with Jason—keep in mind, Jason is the first kid he really DID discuss religion with—and his childishly wholehearted Catholicism and Tim’s cheerfully stubborn Protestant opposition can make for a jarring contrast.

It’s good, though. Bruce doesn’t have anyone to share the fullness of his faith with, again... but that’s just one of the many smaller losses involved in his loss of Jason. He adjusts.

And Tim is earnest about his own faith, even if he doesn’t talk about it much to anyone other than Bruce and Alfred (who he knows also take Christianity seriously and will treat his views with respect). He doesn’t use the chapel as much as either of them—or even Dick, who grew up with it and goes there to pray or even just think things out whenever he’s in residence—but he does use the space sometimes, when he wants guaranteed quiet and a prayerful atmosphere.

He also somehow becomes church friends with Clark Kent, who as an archetypal Midwesterner is PROBABLY Protestant here.

Do he and Clark convert Kon between them? Again, PROBABLY.

...This is very long and it’s getting late, so I will stop here for now. I’d like to do another post on Red Hood and Damian and Bruce’s “death” at some point... we will see how that goes.

EDIT: Also, I forgot! Credit to @why-bless-your-heart for Protestant Tim—all I knew about Tim was that I didn’t know what to do with him, but her take was Good and so I have adopted it. But I should give credit where credit is due.

#batfamily #jason todd #bruce wayne #catholic #catholic batfamily #dick grayson #tim drake #i feel like making the gordons catholic too #purely because i can #no detailed headcanons on them or steph or cass though #or anyone else cause i don't know the other characters like. at all #and yes i am absolutely using bruce wayne to vicariously live out my Rich Catholic dreams #long post #cw child death #(i mean it's jason) #(so if you start reading this you know where it's probably going) #(but yeah)

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

Title: Summa Cum Laude Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne Summary: Jason doesn’t tell Bruce he’s applied to college until his acceptance from Gotham U comes. (Jason Lives AU) (Part of from dust, arisen series) (ao3)

Jason doesn’t tell Bruce he’s applied to college until his acceptance from Gotham U comes. 

“In case I didn’t get in,” he admits, flushing when Bruce asks why. Like he’s not top of his class, even after having to catch up. 

Yale comes next. Then Loyola-Bludhaven. “Yeah,” Tim says dryly. “You really weren’t going to get in anywhere.” He picks up Loyola-Bludhaven. “I didn’t know you were Catholic.” Jason shrugs. He doesn’t actually know if he’s been baptized or not, doesn’t think it actually  matters. “They have a good social work program,” he says, feeling his cheeks turn red as he pointedly doesn’t look at Bruce. “And it’s not far from Dick.” Bruce is watching him that way he does sometimes, that makes Jason’s throat tight when he notices. He’s afraid Bruce might say something terribly sentimental and embarrass them both, so he adds, quickly, “He can spy on me for you,” which makes Tim laugh and Bruce roll his eyes. 

****** It’s later that night, after patrol, when Tim’s gone home and Jason is curled up in the computer chair, mug of cocoa warming his hands, while Bruce finishes up a few last minute things, that they return to that conversation. Bruce pauses in what he’s doing, and Jason can feel him watching him. He blinks open his eyes to meet Bruce’s and waits. And waits. Sleepy enough, he snaps out a, “Spit it out.” Bruce frowns, but finally says, “You can go anywhere you want. You don’t have to go to Gotham U or Bludhaven because they’re close.” “I know,” Jason says. “And money--you know that isn’t an issue.” Jason snorts. It’s like Bruce has to say it, just because he’s thorough. “I know.” “You didn’t tell me you were valedictorian.” Bruce’s hand settles heavy and warm on his head. “It not official,” Jason says, cheeks flushing. He darts a quick glance up at Bruce, who’s looking at him like That again, and then flutters his eyes closed. He really is sleepy. “I’m proud of you,” Bruce murmurs, and the warmth of pleasure and home floods through him, even as he says back, “I know.”

********

He waits until the last minute to make his decision. He’s pored over Pro/Cons lists, talked Tim’s ear off about, thinks about Dick dropping out and isn’t sure if talking his ear off is rubbing it in. But Dick’s been accepted to Bludhaven’s Police Academy, and he doesn’t seem to mind Jason going to college. Seems excited about it.

Jason talks a little with Bruce, but he and Dick are fighting again about Dick joining the police, and Jason wonders if bringing up college, when Dick dropped out, will make that worse.

In the end, he didn’t choose Loyola-Bludhaven because it was close or because he could live with Dick. It just felt right.

********

The day after he sends in his final acceptance, he’s sitting in the cave after a night out with Batman and Robin, curled up under Bruce’s cape, still mostly in uniform. The Flamebird costume is simple enough that he’s comfortable. Just jeans, a helmet and T-shirt-- a lot of red everywhere. Bruce hates it, he knows, and Dick and Tim collaborate to make it better, but Jason likes it as is. He doesn’t need Nightwing’s flamboyance or Robin’s showmanship.

Batman’s cape is heavy around him, comfortable, and he could feel his eyelids drooping. But he has something to say tonight and he needs the Right Moment. Bruce has been flitting around the Cave, changing into sweats, typing at the computer.

“What?” Bruce says, standing over him, a hand on his hip.

“What what?” Jason says back, a little annoyed.

“You’ve been looking at me all night,” Bruce says. “What is it you want to say?”

Jason chews on his lip, and Bruce waits.

“I’m giving it up,” he blurts out, after a long while of silence. “The vigilante life, I mean. No more Flamebird, no more Batman and Robin. I’m--I think I need to focus. In college.”

Bruce is quiet and Jason fidgets, but then Bruce takes a step closer to him, bends over, and runs a hand through his hair. He plants a kiss on his cheek, and Jason catches his breath when he says, “Good,” all approval, no anger.

********

His graduation comes sooner than he realizes, and he’s all done up in a suit under his cap and gown. Alfred insists on trimming his hair, and there’s a picture of the the four of them--him, Alfred, Bruce, and Dick--together at the Manor before the ceremony.

They get one of Jason delivering his valedictorian speech, and Dick sneaks a shot of Bruce discreetly wiping his eyes while Jason does. Jason has pictures with everybody and all together, even dragging Tim into one so he’s not always behind the camera.

His mom, in between fixes, had told him once he was smart enough to go places. “Get outta here,” she’d said, gesturing around at their dumpy apartment. “You got the brains, kid, you can do it.” He’d been nine and making okay grades, when he could get to school, and he hadn’t really thought more than getting through a day. High school, college, they weren’t even on his radar, not a concept he was even aware of.

But Catherine Todd had believed in him. And Bruce after her, even when he’d almost died, even when he’d screwed up, even when it looked like he’d never get back on track.

He was here. He had a high school diploma. And he was going to college.

#jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #from dust arisen au #jason lives au #jason never dies au #my fic #fanfic tag #katie's adventures in writing #pure fluff :') #finally got it on here lol

[bluboothalassophile]

Somewhere To Be Home...

Guess who finally caught up on RHatO!? And Guess What I Have To Say!?:

FUCK DC! I have no fucking clue what the fuck they’re doing, but those fuckers are fucking with shit that ought not to be fucked with! Worse, the worst fucking part! They present Bruce And Jay On A Good Start To Reconciling! And THEY FUCK IT UP! PRESENTING IT AS IF WILLIS WAS MISUNDERSTOOD RATHER THAN THE ABUSIVE FUCK HE WAS!  THEN DESTROYING WHAT POSSIBLE RECONCILIATION B AND JAY COULD HAVE HAD! FUCK YOU DC! FUCK DC!

End rant! And now, my retaliation for this nonsense DC is doing, for which is infuriating my bloody temper!

Also, beware this is SPOILERS FOR HOPES FOR A BASTARD.

Jason winced as he limped through Black Gate Penitentiary as he made his way to the seat. Sitting down tenderly he waited a bit before he came face to face with his biggest nightmare.

It was a bit before the large nightmare was escorted out, and directed to the seat across from him. Jason watched as the man’s brown eyes widened as he came to sit. Jason picked up the phone, ignoring the throbbing of his face, and split lip, and the overall stabbing pains of his body from the fight he’d had escaping. The pain was not new, it wasn’t even interesting, it just was.

Willis Todd, a huge man, thick with muscles, and curly, graying, brown hair. There was nothing small about his father, and the man had beady brown eyes that always made Jason think of a rat, it was that look which fill the eyes of cowards, and traitors, it was that look which was the look of a man who’d kill anyone in his path.

“So, the prodigal son has returned?” Willis boasted.

Jason said nothing as he assessed the sperm donor to creating him. The man was nothing.

“Aren’t you gonna speak up or something? Or are you as weak as your mother?” Willis growled.

“Don’t talk about mom,” Jason coldly stated; his voice still ragged from nearly dying, the look of shock lit Willis’ eyes briefly. Jason continued to assess his father very carefully, and saw nothing of the nightmare that had terrorized him as a child. “You don’t ever speak about mom.”

“Or what?” Willis sneered.

“Or I’ll rip your tongue out and wrap your entrails around your head before lighting it on fire,” he warned seriously.

There was a flinch from his father. He was not the scared nine year old his father would remember.

“Why are you here boy?”

“Wouldn’t you be relieved to know that the rabid dog you sent after your kid didn’t succeed in killin’ him?” Jason asked dryly.

Willis blinked, the man’s lips opened and shut, and Jason frowned a bit. He winced internally at the pull from the wound not fully or even partially healed splitting. “You…!”

“I know everything Willis,” he stated icily. “I know how you knew about Alina Shelby, I know how you’ve survived this long without being shanked to death, I even know you’re a rat for the feds in Two Face’s and Black Mask’s organizations. I know you worked for Penguin as the inside man, and your letters about being desperate for supported mom and I to be a lie.

“I. Know. Everything,” Jason growled. “What I don’t know is how you got the Joker in your pocket.” He felt the damp roll of blood and fluids from the wound on his cheek.

“And what’s it to you?” Willis sneered.

“Nothing,” Jason answered. His father’s lips twitched and Jason kept his face impassive.

“I never wanted you, you sniveling brat, but Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, all she wanted was a fucking baby; must’ve been that Catholic Irish in her; that naïve good girl,” Willis sneered. “Dumb bitch couldn’t have kids, then there was Sheila. Stupid slut gets knocked up, one night of rebellious drinking and comes to me in a panic.

“She wanted to get rid of you, but I saw a solution; one to shut the nagging wife up and get rid of the dumb slut.

“I made a deal with her, five grand for the kid, she thought I was nuts; I paid for all the damn medical too. But five grand and she’d walk away, never see her again; she’d finish whatever the fuck it is she was doing and I’d shut Catherine up.

“Easy fucking fix.

“Then you grew up, became the big bad Red Hood, the Robin who couldn’t stay dead.”

“I’m allergic to death,” Jason retorted at Willis’ disdain.

“Guess it’s something we got in common.” Willis sneered as he glowered at Jason, Jason just stared levelly back at his father, and felt nothing for the man. “Your first death, it’s not a secret, Joker boasts about it, calls you his ‘ickle robin’ and ‘broken robin’. Once I found out who the Red Hood was, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who the Bat was, and Bruce Fucking Wayne had ruined my fucking life, so I’d ruin his; again, and enjoy every fucking minute of it.

“Getting the Joker wound up was simple, he’s never been very bright, give him something to focus on though, and wind him up and watch the carnage. Joker’s a mad dog, but the Jokerz that follow him are so fucking loyal, all for a madman who can’t even tie his shoe. Directing him at Mariah was easy, just kill the dumb bitch and take the kid, everyone knows Hood would do anything for kids. Once caught, Joker could do whatever he pleased with you, so long as you broke and died watching yourself fail to save the bastard daughter of Bruce Fucking Wayne; your beloved father,” Willis sneered.

“So you went after me to destroy B?” Jason asked softly.

“Rich fucker could afford it.”

“I see,” Jason nodded in resign.

“You have nothing left to say?” Willis sneered. Jason’s eyes flicked to his father again.

“Why do you hate me so fucking much? I didn’t ask to be born.”

“I don’t hate you, kid. I look at you and feel nothing, see nothing, you are nothing, nothing more than an inconsequential accident meant to keep my wife happy. You are nothing. That’s all I see.”

“Well then you’re going to watch, as I tear about your world and set it on fire, Willis. Brick by brick, dollar by dollar, body by body. You see nothing when you look at me, and that will be your greatest mistake,” Jason stated as he hung up and stood before walking away. Willis roared after him, but Jason kept walking.

He made it outside of Blackgate Prison and was greeted by Bruce.

Bruce was leaning on his black Audi, looking calm as could be. It wasn’t as if Gotham was encased in mist and grim and rain as November rolled in to destroy everything as it always did here on the east coast. Jason winced a bit at the cold slicing through his chest; feeling as if he’d never be warm again, and slowly; with all the damn dignity he could muster limped to Bruce.

His father’s blue eyes were void of any emotions, or tells which could reveal to Jason just what B was thinking about this little rendezvous he had had with Willis.

“I’m here to take you home,” Bruce said as he approached.

“I got here by myself; I’ll get myself home,” he huffed once he was near Bruce.

“You did,” Bruce agreed.

“I’m not helpless, I can get home,” Jason grounded out about to shove past Bruce, B caught his arm then.

“And where’s home Jason? Some safe house in a shitty part of Gotham? Or in the New York safe house which Lian and Roy have repeatedly pointed out that you’re not returning to?” B asked. Jason flinched a bit at the guilt that was laced in his voice.

“I’ll be fine,” he stated darkly. “Always am,” he tried to shrug Bruce off then.

“You’re not,” Bruce stated.

“That’s fucking rich coming from you!?” Jason roared.

“I picked you Jason,” Bruce snapped, which had his head snapping over to B. His body ached, and he glowered at his father. “I. Pick. You.”

Jason looked down, staring at his boots. “I’m not worth anything though.”

“You’re my son, MINE, you were always mine. And I have failed at showing it over the years, but goddamn it, you’re mine,” he snapped.

“I’m NOT!” he shouted back shoving weakly at Bruce as the tears welled up in his eyes. “Willis didn’t want me, Shelia hated me, you picked the Joker, Dick wanted me gone, Tim replaced me, I don’t fucking matter! None of you picked me! No one wants me! I’m No One’s!” he roared as he threw a punch for Bruce’s face only to find himself wrapped up into a tight embraced.

“You’re mine, you’re mine, I’m picking you Jason, from now on, you’re mine,” Bruce murmured. “You’re my son, my boy, mine,” he promised. A ragged sob escaped Jason as he sagged onto B as he just slumped on his father and the last year of agonies finally had him breaking.

“I just want to go home,” he wept as buried his face in B’s shoulder.

“I’m taking you home,” his dad promised as he kissed his head. “We’re going home Jase, we’re going home.”

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The city of Gotham itself was originally founded by three families– the Cobblepots, the Waynes, and the Falcones. When the state was still a part of the Mississippi Territory in 1799, William Cobblepot along with five good friends, two being immigrant Niccolo with the entirety of his large family and son of a New York politician Albert Wayne who had left his pregnant wife with his parents, but brought his eldest child, a son named Franklin. They all claimed large plots of land for themselves, though one of the five families died in the first winter and a second died under… mysterious circumstance. Albert Wayne also died, but was survived by his son who sent for family to join him.

It is because of the death of Albert that the Wayne family and Falcone family have always been at odds with one another, and had quite the feud between them right into the late 1840s. Think of Hatfield and McCoys, just without revenge killing. The families still don’t get along, but after a marriage (though both parties died childless, breaking the bond), they stopped being openly hostile. 

The Todd family came to Gotham when Willis was a young boy, near the end of the war when the need for farm hands raised. Willis’ father had been a ranch hand and was excited by the idea of sharecropping, thinking it would be a way for him to gain experience as a farmer and eventually have his own farm, so when the opportunity arose, he began working for the Falcone family. However, this only made problems arise for him. Willis was, eventually, forced to take over when his father took ill. He has a deep resentment towards his father and the land.

Catherine’s family came from Texas as well, though originally they were from Mexico. She and her father arrived in Gotham one day, walking out of the swamp, but… they aren’t sure how. Catherine met Willis and stayed. Her father went back to the swamp… It’s unsure what happened to him. 

Jason can see things after his death. Things he didn’t see before, things that others in the city can’t see, but he isn’t sure if that means they are unreal. The best example of this is found when he goes to the Catholic church. The town seems to believe it’s always empty but to Jason, it seems full– and it never used to be. He can’t remember what any of the congregation looks like. He can’t remember what the priest looked like. But he remembers the rumble of voices, so different from the buzz of the service he attended as a boy. And he remembers the eyes on him when they talk about Lazarus. All of their eyes. But no one says anything directly to him, they just know. Sometimes he sees an older man. He’s missing an eye, too, and he looks both young and old… Jason doesn’t know what to make of it…

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[liberaleffects]

The morning of May 18th, eight high school students and two teachers lost their lives in Santa Fe, Texas, the sixth fatal school shooting of 2018. That same night, a woman was killed on the campus of Mount Zion High School in Jonesboro, Georgia. The students leave behind empty desks and diplomas. They all leave futures and families and friends, a painful collection of what-ifs. Each of their stories is unique, yet they each converge on a painful truth: They died at one of our schools. We said, “Never again.” But again is now. Today, we add the names of the most recent victims to our list of those we’ve lost in school shootings since Columbine. This list serves to keep our collective memory of these victims alive, but it also reminds us of the terrible human cost of gun violence; the terrible cost of insufficient support for troubled young people; and the terrible cost of our national complacency., eight high school students and two teachers lost their lives in Santa Fe, Texas, the sixth fatal school shooting of 2018. That same night, a woman was killed on the campus of Mount Zion High School in Jonesboro, Georgia.

The students leave behind empty desks and diplomas. They all leave futures and families and friends, a painful collection of what-ifs. Each of their stories is unique, yet they each converge on a painful truth: They died at one of our schools.

We said, “Never again.” But again is now. Today, we add the names of the most recent victims to our list of those we’ve lost in school shootings since Columbine. This list serves to keep our collective memory of these victims alive, but it also reminds us of the terrible human cost of gun violence; the terrible cost of insufficient support for troubled young people; and the terrible cost of our national complacency.

2018

May 18 | Mount Zion High School

The name of this victim has not yet been released.

May 18 | Santa Fe High School

Jared Black

Shana Fisher

Christian Riley Garcia

Aaron Kyle McLeod

Glenda Ann Perkins

Angelique Ramirez

Sabika Sheikh

Christopher Jake Stone

Cynthia Tisdale

Kimberly Vaughan

March 20 | Great Mills High School

Jaelynn Willey

March 7 | Huffman High School

Courtlin Arrington

February 14 | Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School

Alyssa Alhadeff

Martin Duque Anguiano

Scott Beigel

Nicholas Dworet

Aaron Feis

Jaime Guttenberg

Chris Hixon

Luke Hoyer

Cara Loughran

Gina Montalto

Joaquin Oliver

Alaina Petty

Meadow Pollack

Helena Ramsay

Alex Schachter

Carmen Schentrup

Peter Wang

January 31 | Lincoln High School

Ralph Kennedy

January 23 | Marshall County High School

Preston Ryan Cope

Bailey Nicole Holt

2017

December 7 | Aztec High School

Francisco "Paco" Fernandez Jr.

Casey Jordan

November 14 | Rancho Tehama Elementary School

Danny Lee Elliot

Barbara Ann Gilsan

Michelle Iris McFadyen

Joseph Edward McHugh III

Diana Lee Steele

September 13 | Freeman High School

Sam Strahan

April 10 | North Park Elementary School

Karen Elaine Smith

Jonathan Martinez

2016

September 28 | Townville Elementary School

Jacob Hall

Jeffrey Osborne

June 8 | Jeremiah Burke High School

Raekwon Brown

February 12 | Independence High School

May Kieu

2015

November 20 | Mojave High School

Taylor Brantley

February 15 | Tenaya Middle School

Benito Aguirre

2014

November 20 | Miami Carol City High School

Khambrel Manning

October 24 | Marysville Pilchuck High School

Shaylee Chuckulnaskit

Andrew Fryberg

Zoe Galasso

Gia Soriano

October 3 | Langston Hughes High School

Kristofer Hunter

August 14 | Saunders Elementary School

John A. Nieves Jr.

Bryant Wilder Jr.

June 10 | Reynolds High School

Emilio Hoffman

April 21 | St. Mary Catholic School

Nina Castro

April 11 | East English Village Preparatory Academy

Darryl Smith

2013

December 13 | Arapahoe High School

Claire Davis

October 21 | Sparks Middle School

Michael Landsberry

August 23 | North Panola High School

Roderick Bobo

January 7 | Apostolic Revival Center Christian School

Kristopher Smith

2012

December 14 | Sandy Hook Elementary School

Charlotte Bacon

Daniel Barden

Rachel D'Avino

Olivia Engel

Josephine Gay

Dawn Hochsprung

Dylan Hockley

Madeleine Hsu

Catherine Hubbard

Chase Kowalski

Nancy Lanza

Jesse Lewis

Ana Márquez-Greene

James Mattioli

Grace McDonnell

Anne Marie Murphy

Emilie Parker

Jack Pinto

Noah Pozner

Caroline Previdi

Jessica Rekos

Avielle Richman

Lauren Rousseau

Mary Sherlach

Victoria Leigh Soto

Benjamin Wheeler

Allison Wyatt

October 19 | Banner Academy South High School

Terrance Wright

March 6 | Episcopal School of Jacksonville

Dale Regan

February 27 | Chardon High School

Demetrius Hewlin

Russell King Jr.

Daniel Parmertor

2011

March 30 | Worthing High School

Tremaine De Ante' Paul

January 5 | Millard South High School

Vicki Kaspar

2010

October 1 | Alisal High School

Jose Daniel Cisneros

February 5 | Discovery Middle School

Todd Brown

2008

November 12 | Dillard High School

Amanda Collette

October 16 | Henry Ford High School

Christopher Walker

August 21 | Central High School

Ryan McDonald

August 14 | Lakota Middle School

Omero Mendez

February 12 | E.O. Green Junior High School

Lawrence "Larry" King

2007

January 3 | Henry Foss High School

Samnang Kok

2006

October 2 | West Nickel Mines School

Naomi Rose Ebersol

Marian Stoltzfus Fisher

Lena Zook Miller

Mary Liz Miller

Anna Mae Stoltzfus

September 29 | Weston High School

John Klang

September 27 | Platte Canyon High School

Emily Keyes

August 30 | Orange High School

Rafael Castillo

August 24 | Essex Elementary School

Linda Lambesis

Mary Alicia Shanks

2005

November 8 | Campbell County High School

Ken Bruce

March 21 | Red Lake Senior High School

Derrick Brun

Dewayne Lewis

Chase Lussier

Daryl Lussier

Neva J. Rogers

Chanelle Rosebear

Michelle Sigana

Thurlene Stillday

Alicia White

March 2 | Cumberland City, Tennessee

Joyce Gregory

2004

February 2 | Ballou High School

James Richardson

2003

September 24 | Rocori High School

Seth Bartell

Aaron Rollins

April 24 | Red Lion Area Junior High School

Eugene Segro

April 14 | John McDonogh High School

Jonathan Williams

2002

February 20 | Washington High School

Joseph Johnson Jr.

2001

March 30 | Lew Wallace High School

Neal Boyd IV

March 5 | Santana High School

Randy Gordon

Bryan Zuckor

2000

May 26 | Lake Worth Middle School

Barry Grunow

February 29 | Buell Elementary School

Kayla Rolland

1999

November 19 | Deming Middle School

Araceli Tena

April 20 | Columbine High School

Cassie Bernall

Steve Curnow

Cory DePooter

Kelly Fleming

Matthew Kechter

Daniel Mauser

Daniel Rohrbough

Rachel Scott

Isaiah Shoels

John Tomlin

Lauren Townsend

Kyle Velasquez

William "Dave" Sanders

[ecogoth1]

so wake up America before it's too late today is your day this Sunday we all go to church generally Honda horn on TuneIn and start posting everyone with a phone tablet everything that you got start blogging start every social media you can think of I picked Instagram because it hits three social media is all at the same time it's just a gateway but you can go live on here to you can post on here too now anybody else who wants to harm me you better knock it off because now you're dealing with not only the United States government behind me my entire resin the lakotas behind me the people in canyon Lake behind me in the people in all the churches and different religions behind me which I am asking all of you to start standing up and telling the world who exactly I am. prophecy or otherwise the fact of the matter is I came out of a deep sleep with no memories of the last 10 years barely I listen to gun directly I was taught directly by God and nature the Toltec way I am he that's what keeps going through my mind I do talk to God directly only a king talks to God directly like I said King David is taking back his thrones now I didn't expect it would take me this far and I'm a little freaked out but I will be down there tomorrow so get ready and get ready right now go online there is nothing any pastor has to say that is so important that you have to listen to it unless he's telling you to follow me and get behind me cuz the spirit of the Lord came upon your churches this morning right now and head your pastors are telling you top follow the chosen one of our God James Todd Gordon Lone Eagle. and so you know this is your last chance has I toured through some of your churches in Temecula the only church I found worthy and God found worthy was Saint Catherine's I Catholic Church in Temecula you have offended the spirit of the Lord it is time to repent for your sins and stand behind me and do what I told you especially Calvary chapel I left you a note the man in Black commanded you to help the homeless there in Temecula so I will be checking to make sure you got this done. like I commanded a group of kids to scrub the rocks down that they spray-painted on in the creek (at Lake Henshaw) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3kYDwmnoje/?igshid=nug7l65v2j67

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Look at the Light

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0xTWs49 by beforethemoon Jason Todd didn’t believe in miracles. But, though he would never admit it out loud, he thought that whatever had led him to Dick Grayson that Christmas might have been one.   ... Or, Jason finds a family in Dick Grayson, but not before intervening heavily in Dick's love life. Words: 26342, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Renee Montoya Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Holidays, Homeless Jason Todd, Mentioned Catherine Todd, Mentioned Willis Todd, Bad Parent Willis Todd, Matchmaking, kind of, Catholic Jason Todd, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, not described in detail, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Protective Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Getting Back Together, Dick Grayson is Not Adopted, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Dick Grayson is Not Nightwing, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0xTWs49

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