𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃

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ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ JASON TODD — 🇼​​🇮​​🇹​​🇭​ ​🇦​ ​🇫​​🇴​​🇨​​🇺​​🇸​ ​🇴​​🇳​ ​🇪​​🇦​​🇷​​🇱​​🇾​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇩​ ​🇭​​🇴​​🇴​​🇩​ ​🇩​​🇦​​🇾​​🇸​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏

ᴴᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ

Other Blog: @hitsharder

Go Bys: Mutuals only - Standard RP etiquettes, 18+. I am really relaxed and here as a hobby. I love duplicates and crossovers. I use a lot of different comics and follow my own timeline. PSDs Credit / Credit

Romance is not a priority. I love Jason at his most raw and broken. He is mission oriented. He would not really be interested in a relationship but if it happens it happens.

Main blog Canon: Lost Days & Under the Redhood & Green Arrow 2002 & Teen Titans 2003

Jason is not friendly towards other bats and does not view them as family yet.

Jason Peter Todd — 19 ( 18-26 Years old depending) Crimelord of Gotham, The Damned Prince 6'4 - 260 lbs

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How Jason is looking at the whole family

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̸̲̙͊i̷̹̐͛m̶̗͘ ̸͕̝͖̑̽g̸̛͖ö̷̜́̈́i̴͚̿̄̀n̵̨̳̫͋g̶̼̗̠̀̀̍ ̴͔͠t̷̟͚̃͝o̴̩̓̌̚ ̵̪̖̣̀͊̃k̶̨̜͝i̶̯̞͒ĺ̶̙̥̩̍͘l̸͖̓́ ̷̝̣̀h̸̛̥͚̀͋ì̵̡̖̻́̕m̴̤̖͖͒̏͠ ̸̲̙͊i̷̹̐͛m̶̗͘ ̸͕̝͖̑̽g̸̛͖ö̷̜́̈́i̴͚̿̄̀n̵̨̳̫͋g̶̼̗̠̀̀̍ ̴͔͠t̷̟͚̃͝o̴̩̓̌̚ ̵̪̖̣̀͊̃k̶̨̜͝i̶̯̞͒ĺ̶̙̥̩̍͘l̸͖̓́ ̷̝̣̀h̸̛̥͚̀͋ì̵̡̖̻́̕m̴̤̖͖͒̏͠ ̸̲̙͊i̷̹̐͛m̶̗͘ ̸͕̝͖̑̽g̸̛͖ö̷̜́̈́i̴͚̿̄̀n̵̨̳̫͋g̶̼̗̠̀̀̍ ̴͔͠t̷̟͚̃͝o̴̩̓̌̚ ̵̪̖̣̀͊̃k̶̨̜͝i̶̯̞͒ĺ̶̙̥̩̍͘l̸͖̓́ ̷̝̣̀h̸̛̥͚̀͋ì̵̡̖̻́̕m̴̤̖͖͒̏͠

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        “    THAT  WASN'T  YOUR  CALL  TO  MAKE!    ”        nightwing's  voice  cracks  through  the  alley  like  a  whip.    jason's  words  land  low  in  his  gut    &&    curdle  there.    the irony  to  demand  adherence  to  a  code  of  honor  after  all  blood  he'd  spilled  is  not  lost  on  him;    dick  wants  to  laugh    (  tempted  he is to  scoff  at  the  very  least  ), except  nothing  about  this  is  funny.    a  man  is  dead.    the  streetlamp  at  the  alley's  mouth  flickers,    buzzing    &&    dying,    throwing  everything  into  disorienting,    strobing  half–light.    wind  tears  at  his  suit,    cold  enough  to  sting  at  exposed  flesh,    but  the  elder  man  hardly  feels  it  'gainst  the  righteous  heat  of  his  anger;    it  blooms  incandescently  within  cage  of  his  ribs,    making  hands  tremble    &&    itch.        “    i  had  him,    jason.    he  was  going  to  pay    —    he  didn't  have  to  die!    ”        he  bares  teeth  in  a  canine  snarl  now,    insides  twisting  hard  enough  to  hurt.    he  should  feel  something  else.    he  knows  that.    he  knows  somewhere  under  all  his  fury,    there  should  be  grief.    or  pity.    dregs  of  whatever  love  he  once  had  for  the  mouthy,    sharp–elbowed  brat  he'd  known  years  ago.    but he  can't  find  it  in  him;    not  when  jason  stands  over  the  lifeless corpse of  a  person  who  will  never  be  anything  ever  again  like  some  kind  of  ruined  saint at  an  altar  built  himself,    hands  slick,    pupils  blown  out  to  black.    the  sight  is  a  cold  drop, ice  water  replacing  blood.    gauntlets  creak  as  fists  clench  tightly;    muscles  coiling    &&    weight  shifting  as  if  he  might  launch  forth,    or  strike,    or  grab  the  other  by  the  front  of  chest  plate    &&    slam  him  'gainst  brick.        “    don't make me  tell  you  again.    ”

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ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 Jason stared at him blankly. Like a big dumb animal. Like this was an inevitable action for crossing into his cage and he has no guilt to wear. This felt like an overreaction. Why was he to back away? It was already dead. Still, Jason took two steps back. He didn’t wipe the blood from his cheek so Nightwing didn’t suspect he was reaching for the gun in his holster.

❝ I have the ability to make the call because I have the abilities to complete the action. ❞

He had no fear of the dark because he was the scariest thing walking around. His dealer was caught giving drugs to children when he passed by, Jason responded with proper retaliation for breaking the rules on sight. The creature knew the risk and suffered the consequences. His brother’s lip curled in a snarl and Jason parroted just like he used too when they were both so much younger.

He shook out his hand. The knife Talia gave him drops into his hand. His eyes never left Nightwing. Hate curled around his chest for the man before him and expanded till there wasn’t room for much else. Nightwing never loved him. Never cared about him, not truly. ❝ You think you still get to boss me around? ❞

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How Jason is staring at @circusblud rn

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@stolenparticles 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗: "i've  hit  people  for  less."

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 ❝ And yet here we are. Waiting for action. ❞ Hood was getting restless. His form was stiff. Waiting and watching. A hunting dog chained down waiting for the release command. His arms were crossed as he stood by her side letting his head fall to one side then the other. He wanted to hurt the Avengers. They seemed to settled in non-action. It was clear she didn’t feel the same. It was aggravating.

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ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 ❝ 「 Careful where you point those things. 」 ❞ He had no interest in being gutted. A low whistle twists from under his hood. He's not sure what the hell that is. Claws surely but it seemed unnatural how sharp they were. Whatever they were made of he wanted knifes and swords in production yesterday.

@chingonaclaws 𖦏 𝙎𝘾.

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Askbox Call

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People seeing an only wearing a towel big buff guy coming out of Kate’s bathroom, dripping and smelling like her shampoo ( @purplearchcr )

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@purplearchcr & @datanexus. Bottom right is when babs and kate get him to chill out

❝ I may have overreacted ❞

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Moodboard

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ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 Haunting. It always felt like Nightwing was laughing at him. Jason wanted to knock his teeth out. Hood strikes and aims to injure. To put out of commission. Every movement screamed lethality. Every line of his form begged to cause harm. He doesn't pull his punches. He misses Nightwing and slams his fist into the wall behind the acrobat. Crumbling the brick in sacrifice for the rapid splitting of his knuckles. If he wasn’t already muzzled he’d be looking to take a chunk from Nightwing’s shoulder with his teeth.

Nightwing was a liar. A traitor. He never liked Jason. HE HATED HIM. A lapdog for the Bat. He’d fall just like the king of this kingdom. He’s too close and moves too much for Hood to get a shot off and tucks his gun. He wanted to beat Nightwing with his hands anyway.

❝ 「 Stop RUNNING AWAY and fight me. 」 ❞ HOOD HISSED.

@bcywonder ⌖ 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒

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Moodboard

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Tigers by Antoine-Louis Barye, c. 1850-69

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ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 ❝ 「 Flash. 」 ❞ That was quick. He's hardly come into the city. He was just laying the groundwork. In truth Hood had no real interest in Central City, his focus was always Gotham. But he needed something that would catch a lot of attention. To burn the Bat in a new way. And one great way to do that would be to target the rest of the league.

Hood wasn't stupid. The Flash was well above him in power. He truly did think he had more time before he caught any attention. Hell, he planned to have the attack happen when he was far far away from here. ❝ 「 Can we reschedule? 」 ❞

@elextrospeed 𖦏 𝙎𝘾.

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@purplearchcr 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗: 🫂

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 He grumbles as he's pulled down and her arms are thrown over his shoulders. He was one of the most dangerous men in the city. He could take down the Justice League, PUT IN MOTION ALL OF THE BAT'S CONTIGENCY PLANS, ROT THE WORLD. Burn everything.

And yet he huffs and slowly returns the action. His face burying in her shoulder. Jason makes no moves to get away, to break this off early. If anything his grip gets tighter and he holds her close.