Who're you? Jason Todd-Wayne. Yeah, that kid. Don't ask. Family and friends can call me Jason, Jay or whatever else they've come up with this week.
What're you doing here? I made this just to talk to my family on here, don't be weird.
Origins? ....Crime alley, born and raised.
Age? Nineteen.
Location? Gotham City, no specific area.
@randomgothamgirl You and Steph need to be stopped.
[ O O C ]
[ Some lore and warnings for this Jason under the cut. This will not be canon accurate, there are siblings and people here that aren't featured in canon.]
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, torture, kidnapping, brainwashing, suicidal ideation(Maybe) and just joker being an awful person in general.
In this canon the joker is very much far from human, and death doesn't stop him. Tim killed him after the J.J incident (more info on how that will be written can be found on the Tim blogs listed below) but he keeps coming back and nobody understands how. So joker is very much alive and a threat in this canon; Do with that what you will.
I will be writing both Bruce and Jason as loving if emotionally constipated sometimes, please don't imply that Bruce is abusive here, it makes me extremely uncomfortable.
Canon family:
Bruce - @bleedingheart-bat
Tim - @caffine-is-better-than-sleep | @tired-baby-bird
Non-canon family:
Jade Lisett Johnson - @randomgothamgirl | @gothamitenightingale. Any and all lore for her is on the pinned post.
Ask if you want to be added, I can have two or more of the same character and i promise I won't say no! Even if you're a complete stranger, I'll add you.
This is a WIP blog yet, I'll be updating the post and lore as I go along.
The sucker with far too many names TM runs this blog. Call me Red or whatever else. Minor and female.
Vigilante account is @dead-red-bird
No DNI, just leave certain stuff at the door. No ships please.
Late nights, slow nights, right after something long were his favorite.
Dick all but bullied him into staying at the manor for a bit to rest up, and Jade had been absolutely delighted. Like she didn't know where most of his safe houses were and have most of his phone numbers. Clingy little brat.
His eyes cracked open again from where he'd been falling asleep watching... Freaking Star Wars with his little sister at four in the morning. The words startled him a little bit, so it took a minute before he blinked and turned his head to stare at her, huffing a small laugh.
Bleary, frustrated eyes and aching hands. Nights like these had gotten rarer since they figured out her allergies and removed them from her diet, but they also used to be bearable.
They used to be exciting too, because nights like these used to mean naming the visible stars and braided hair and rambles about anything and everything. They used to mean a whole night before the world wakes with Ma all to herself.
Ma's dead.
The only thing the thought brought now was a kind of bitter numbness well expressed with something along the lines of "oh fricking well".
I shouldn' bother 'im I shouldn' he needs the rest 'm not their kid 'm not they shouldn't hafta put up with me I shouldn'-
~@randomgothamgirl
After long weeks Jason usually took an hour or so to let his mind wind down before he grabbed a few hours of shut-eye to help face the world.
Long weeks also meant his mind was still in survival mode after whatever death defying encounter got thrown at him that week, so the sound of someone outside his door was not missed. A few seconds of hesitation later he got up and creaked his door open.
Well, his little sister with messily braided hair and oversized PJs wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but she was usually asleep right now.
The scowl melted off her face. She should've been able to tell someone was sneaking up on her. Geez, was she that useless that she couldn't get B's training through her thick skull?
She blinked, quickly moving out of his way and watching him go. Well, that was as much of an invitation as anything.
She stepped inside his room. It smelled like books and something vaguely oily that made her scrunch up her face. The walls were lined with a few stuffed bookshelves, a few papers scattered on the desk, and the window was slightly open. The pistol on the nightstand looked pretty out of place.
She shifted awkwardly. She didn't want to just sit on his bed because it was always wrong to just get in someone's bed without asking, so she moved over to the window and waited.
It only took a few minutes for Jason to return with somehow warm cups of tea. He set them down on the nightstand and flopped on the bed, waving to Jade.
She looked up when he came in and paused just a moment more before accepting the invitation and hopping up next to him. It felt safe and dangerous at the same time. Like her father's pistol and her mom's hugs.
A cup of tea was pressed into her hands and he picked up the remote with a shrug. This was kinda... strange. He wasn't good at this. But whatever. She wasn't crying yet. That didn't actually say much because she never cried.
She shrugged, nestling into his side and taking a sip of her tea. Most of her favorite movies weren't exactly the kind to fall asleep to. Yeah, she didn't care to wake the house by watching "The Battle of the Pelennor" from ROTK at... six am. Great.
He opened Tim's pirating setup and flipped to the originals, eventually just hitting play on A New Hope. The opening crawl skimmed across the screen and trumpets blared.
After a few minutes, by the time Luke came on screen, he slowly, carefully, giving Jade enough time to pull away if she wanted, wrapped one arm around her shoulders.
Screw it all he'd die for this stubborn brat he'd pulled out of Gotham's streets. Maybe whatever Bruce had was contagious.
Bleary, frustrated eyes and aching hands. Nights like these had gotten rarer since they figured out her allergies and removed them from her diet, but they also used to be bearable.
They used to be exciting too, because nights like these used to mean naming the visible stars and braided hair and rambles about anything and everything. They used to mean a whole night before the world wakes with Ma all to herself.
Ma's dead.
The only thing the thought brought now was a kind of bitter numbness well expressed with something along the lines of "oh fricking well".
I shouldn' bother 'im I shouldn' he needs the rest 'm not their kid 'm not they shouldn't hafta put up with me I shouldn'-
~@randomgothamgirl
After long weeks Jason usually took an hour or so to let his mind wind down before he grabbed a few hours of shut-eye to help face the world.
Long weeks also meant his mind was still in survival mode after whatever death defying encounter got thrown at him that week, so the sound of someone outside his door was not missed. A few seconds of hesitation later he got up and creaked his door open.
Well, his little sister with messily braided hair and oversized PJs wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but she was usually asleep right now.
The scowl melted off her face. She should've been able to tell someone was sneaking up on her. Geez, was she that useless that she couldn't get B's training through her thick skull?
She blinked, quickly moving out of his way and watching him go. Well, that was as much of an invitation as anything.
She stepped inside his room. It smelled like books and something vaguely oily that made her scrunch up her face. The walls were lined with a few stuffed bookshelves, a few papers scattered on the desk, and the window was slightly open. The pistol on the nightstand looked pretty out of place.
She shifted awkwardly. She didn't want to just sit on his bed because it was always wrong to just get in someone's bed without asking, so she moved over to the window and waited.
It only took a few minutes for Jason to return with somehow warm cups of tea. He set them down on the nightstand and flopped on the bed, waving to Jade.
She looked up when he came in and paused just a moment more before accepting the invitation and hopping up next to him. It felt safe and dangerous at the same time. Like her father's pistol and her mom's hugs.
A cup of tea was pressed into her hands and he picked up the remote with a shrug. This was kinda... strange. He wasn't good at this. But whatever. She wasn't crying yet. That didn't actually say much because she never cried.
Bleary, frustrated eyes and aching hands. Nights like these had gotten rarer since they figured out her allergies and removed them from her diet, but they also used to be bearable.
They used to be exciting too, because nights like these used to mean naming the visible stars and braided hair and rambles about anything and everything. They used to mean a whole night before the world wakes with Ma all to herself.
Ma's dead.
The only thing the thought brought now was a kind of bitter numbness well expressed with something along the lines of "oh fricking well".
I shouldn' bother 'im I shouldn' he needs the rest 'm not their kid 'm not they shouldn't hafta put up with me I shouldn'-
~@randomgothamgirl
After long weeks Jason usually took an hour or so to let his mind wind down before he grabbed a few hours of shut-eye to help face the world.
Long weeks also meant his mind was still in survival mode after whatever death defying encounter got thrown at him that week, so the sound of someone outside his door was not missed. A few seconds of hesitation later he got up and creaked his door open.
Well, his little sister with messily braided hair and oversized PJs wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but she was usually asleep right now.
The scowl melted off her face. She should've been able to tell someone was sneaking up on her. Geez, was she that useless that she couldn't get B's training through her thick skull?
She blinked, quickly moving out of his way and watching him go. Well, that was as much of an invitation as anything.
She stepped inside his room. It smelled like books and something vaguely oily that made her scrunch up her face. The walls were lined with a few stuffed bookshelves, a few papers scattered on the desk, and the window was slightly open. The pistol on the nightstand looked pretty out of place.
She shifted awkwardly. She didn't want to just sit on his bed because it was always wrong to just get in someone's bed without asking, so she moved over to the window and waited.
It only took a few minutes for Jason to return with somehow warm cups of tea. He set them down on the nightstand and flopped on the bed, waving to Jade.
Bleary, frustrated eyes and aching hands. Nights like these had gotten rarer since they figured out her allergies and removed them from her diet, but they also used to be bearable.
They used to be exciting too, because nights like these used to mean naming the visible stars and braided hair and rambles about anything and everything. They used to mean a whole night before the world wakes with Ma all to herself.
Ma's dead.
The only thing the thought brought now was a kind of bitter numbness well expressed with something along the lines of "oh fricking well".
I shouldn' bother 'im I shouldn' he needs the rest 'm not their kid 'm not they shouldn't hafta put up with me I shouldn'-
~@randomgothamgirl
After long weeks Jason usually took an hour or so to let his mind wind down before he grabbed a few hours of shut-eye to help face the world.
Long weeks also meant his mind was still in survival mode after whatever death defying encounter got thrown at him that week, so the sound of someone outside his door was not missed. A few seconds of hesitation later he got up and creaked his door open.
Well, his little sister with messily braided hair and oversized PJs wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but she was usually asleep right now.
The scowl melted off her face. She should've been able to tell someone was sneaking up on her. Geez, was she that useless that she couldn't get B's training through her thick skull?
Bleary, frustrated eyes and aching hands. Nights like these had gotten rarer since they figured out her allergies and removed them from her diet, but they also used to be bearable.
They used to be exciting too, because nights like these used to mean naming the visible stars and braided hair and rambles about anything and everything. They used to mean a whole night before the world wakes with Ma all to herself.
Ma's dead.
The only thing the thought brought now was a kind of bitter numbness well expressed with something along the lines of "oh fricking well".
I shouldn' bother 'im I shouldn' he needs the rest 'm not their kid 'm not they shouldn't hafta put up with me I shouldn'-
~@randomgothamgirl
After long weeks Jason usually took an hour or so to let his mind wind down before he grabbed a few hours of shut-eye to help face the world.
Long weeks also meant his mind was still in survival mode after whatever death defying encounter got thrown at him that week, so the sound of someone outside his door was not missed. A few seconds of hesitation later he got up and creaked his door open.
Well, his little sister with messily braided hair and oversized PJs wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but she was usually asleep right now.
