jason todd

" It's about the next level. Smarter, faster, hotter, more in tune with changing times and changing crimes. But mostly... I guess this is about the revenge of one crazy man in a mask... on another crazy man in a mask. Heh."

[arielmaximoff]

Kara walked closer anyways and knelt down carefully. “I want to be of as much help, but I can’t be if I just walk away.”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

he grit his teeth as he looked over at her, eyes guarded and trying to hide and flash of emotion. “unless you can give me my memories back then you can’t help me.”

[littleanniiie]

{ @fcrgottenjason } from this post ( here )

“cuz i think you’re cool, plus, i do whatever the fuck I WANT? so, get over it!”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

“and i’m guessing that there’s no point in trying to change your mind?” a hint of a smile passes over his features as he raises a brow at her.

[not-trish-anymore-blog]

“Yeah, I … guess you’re right.” Trish gave him a half smile. “Listen, we’re getting off on the wrong foot here,” she offered Jason her hand. “I’m Trish. Trish Walker.”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

he shook his head at the offered hand. “no offense.” whatever he had been through in his life had left his skin feeling sensitive to almost any sort of contact. “jason todd.”

[unrclentiing]

@fcrgottenjason liked for a starter!!

     babs literally can’t forget a face ( a blessing & a curse is what her eidetic ability creates ), but it wouldn’t matter in this case. there is NOTHING about jason todd that would ever leave her memory. she’d been so angry with bruce at the funeral, lashed out with a cruelty that ran through her bloodstream more often than not for awhile after her paralysis. he was a kid, a friend & family, and he was DEAD —- except for the fact that he’s currently standing right in front of her. it’s him too, she cannot deny it. he’s older, yes, much taller than she remembers, and there’s a horrid, heartbreaking SCAR on his cheek that marks him much like the scar on the bottom of her spine from the joker’s bullet haunts her. 

    “ jason. ” she breathes out, voice thick with an emotion she can’t quite put her finger on. maybe — maybe she’s dead?? maybe the torture she’d been submitted to prior to this place really did do her in, once and for all. she doesn’t buy it for a second, but it’s just difficult. barbara doesn’t know what to do, what to say, and it’s not often that she’s lost for words. “ —- how?? how are you here?? ”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

running into people who seemingly recognize him was starting to get on his nerves. he wanted all his memories back- he didn’t care how bad they were he was just tired of not knowing why he knew things or recognized people but had no memories to associate with them. the red head in front of her is another person who seems so familiar but trying to even remember her name leaves his head aching but for the first time since he’s met anyone he doesn’t feel anything bad towards her. there’s a lingering sense of sadness and he had apparently missed her- behind that there’s also a sense of...lightness, like maybe they had been friends or gotten along at least. which seems impossible with how hard it is for him to even smile these days.

jason had been told that he was supposed to be dead but the girl’s surprise is like a pang to his heart. the look on her face and the way she speaks makes him wonder..had she grieved for him after his apparent death? “i don’t know.” it was the most simple answer and it was the truth. “maybe the people who took away my memories brought me back to life. seems like a fair trade.” that was his current theory anyways. “how do you know me?”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

“Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.” ( jess // sncwqueens )

@sncwqueens

“’i’m not sure why you have any respect for me. you don’t know anything about me.”

[hartif-deactivated20180815]

if he’d heard it once, he’d heard it a thousand times over with that stale same-old-same-old e m p t i n e s s to words that mattered about as much as those pesky little facts getting all types of brains down with the doom and gloom – of WHO GOES THEREs and DON’T COME ANY CLOSERs. there’s a fraction in his own head that felt sated by the lazy confusion, and yet another that drudged in bruising boredom, of time, wasted time on wasted ‘people’ without a single working funny bone left to spare. “ what’s wrong - no time to talk 'bout our lord and savior? ” a half-baked laugh was still a laugh in The Joker’s book, and it’s not 'til he brings his face away from the sky and evanescing spiral of chuckled wheezing that his eyes get that shot to rake across the kid’s face.

“ my oh my, oh my … now isn’t that a sight. ” it makes his blood thicken, some little pumped leap that twitches at the corner of his lip and brings an itch crawling across his fingers with nothing but the notion of what a delight it’d be to reach and rip the scarring just a teensy itty bit deeper.

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

the other’s laugh is what finally forces jason to look up from what he’s doing and the assault of emotions catches him completely off guard. once again, he has no idea who this person is but he knows that he must have known him at some point. there’s part of him that wants to bolt with the idea that this situation has suddenly become dangerous somehow another part of him is filled with rage and he finds it difficult to keep himself sitting in his place rather than springing towards the other- it’s even harder to keep his face from showing and of these emotions that are going through him. “unfortunately i’m not a religious man.” not that he had believed for even a second that the man had been serious about that.

jason is slow to get to his feet so that he’s facing the other, being careful to keep some distance between them as he does so. “who the hell are you?”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

school has completely wiped out my energy wowzers. i think i’m going to go to bed but i’ll try to get to replies tomorrow. i’m thinking i’ll probably drop albus and move jason to my main account at some point just to make everything easier and to put less pressure on myself

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

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[ffurflenni]

There was a strange feeling, a tugging at his edges as he was lifted up into the other man’s arms. Magnus Bane was never one to be carried by others, ever–not even as a romantic gesture would he allow anyone to carry him like some fairytale maiden, but here? Here, he didn’t seem to even find himself minding as seemingly Alec carried him off.

“I’m sure it did, pet.” Magnus mumbled out—though whether it even made sense to anyone bar the warlock was anyone’s guess really. He could feel the sudden cold of air hitting his navel-less stomach, then a sharp pain as the wound was gently prodded. Then the other man was ripping his shirt, and the warlock simply grinned a little at the view, conscious slipping in and out of his grasp.

Next thing he knew, he was propped up against a wall, the beautiful man in front of him slapping his cheek gently. “I’d never die on you……” Gently, the warlock reached out to run painted nails over the other man’s cheekbone, smiling. “I knew you’d come back….” Blue magic shimmered down, a very weak fog that siphoned most of the blood from Jason’s jacket before dissipating.

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

pet? he has to resist laughing at the nickname-this is a serious situation after all. “you sure? i have a feeling here that you aren’t a doctor.” the words are stern but there’s a light sense of joking to it. serious situations like this aren’t something that jason enjoys, he has a feeling deep in his gut that life has forced him to be serious  far too often and he desperately wants to break free from the feeling.

“that’s sweet and all and i’m glad you aren’t going to die but i don’t think i’m the person that you think i am.” he turns his cheek away, pulling from the touch that had sent a jolt against his sensitive skin. he turns his head to keep his more scarred cheek out of view, though his glance is pulled back with a look of amazement at the blue magic that shimmers around his jacket. “cool trick.” a pause. “but you shouldn’t be wasting valuable energy until you’re better.”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

all these threads with jason and other dc characters physically hurts my heart. my poor son....

[clownprinccss-deactivated201611]

      FORGOTTEN — jus’ like red, toddie hadn’t a clue, not in his dizziest daydreams. not a single inkling of recognition, in his eyes, in his expressions, in his mannerisms or his speech — he hadn’t a single, soddin’ clue, he still had the marks, the finely sliced ‘j’ upon his cheek, the bruising, the scars all from her dear puddin’s hand yet the broken bird couldn’t remember a thing, which meant he didn’t remember her, which meant — she could walk away scot-free, the voices would finally stop, the loathing and revulsion… this drew a wave of relief over the harlequin, unannounced bursts of rampant giggles sprouting from her lips. ❛ ‘cause it was all of tha’ news, birdie — batsy was distraught, yer’ other lil birdie too, so much pain, so much hurt, so much AGGRESSION… it ain’t healthy. ❜ tone meek and pale lips hanging open with subdued curiosity, harley gingerly took a step towards the male. he had his gun, whilst she had her bat though the odds were clearly NOT in her favour. a bullet would kill the bleached blonde before she even had a chance to bash the bat against his battered body — so, she took it slow, a contrasting calm to her usual vivacious appearances. ❛ OH BUT HE DID… tha’ monsta’ that did all tha’ ta ya, he used a crowbar, took it ta  ya body like yer’ were some sorta piñata. from what i read, ya submitted ta him completely, ya couldn’t take tha’ pain anymore n’ then BAM… yer’ body slumped ta tha’ floor like a ragdoll. ❜ 

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

jason stared at her, watching her every move. everything about her put him on edge. it was clear that she wasn’t normal-wasn’t quite right in the head but there was more to it than that. reaching for the memories with all his might only led to a dull ache behind his eyes and he was quick to give up on that, instead focusing on not showing that her words have any effect on effect on him. “bats? other birdie? i’m sorry but i have no idea what you’re talking about.” but there was a dull ache of familiarity to it all that left him feeling even more angry. it was the anger that he had been working so hard to store away and she was just bringing it back worse than more. the details of his death only made it worse and as she got closer, jason moved to get to his feet. he could easily take her out with his gun but he needed to know all the information she knew first. “sounds like a shitty way to die.” the words are spat through gritted teeth. “do you know who the monster is? i feel like i deserve a little payback, maybe ill brand my initials into his cheek.”

[poisonnisley-blog]

     “if we’re being honest…” pamela wound liana around her arm, like a boxer preparing their fists for a match. moonlight shone in through the windows of the glasshouse, the back half of the building the boy with the J on his face had stumbled into.  “you shouldn’t have come here at all. next time i find you unconscious in my area, i should just make it final.” any place that housed greenery was hers, in her opinion. granted, she didn’t come to this part of town much, but if some boy thought he could walk in and take up residency without a questioning…

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

as jason looked up to face the female, he was caught by a strange sense of deja vu. he didn’t know how he knew her but he knew that he did. the only thing good was the she seemingly didn’t remember who he was either. “believe me, i didn’t want to sleep here.” he got to his feet, properly studying the area around them before looking over at her. “was that a threat?” fingers twitch as he slowly moves his hand towards the hidden gun in his jacket. “look, how ‘bout we play nice? i’ll leave and you’ll never see me again. that’s it.”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

continued from here - @sncwqueens

he almost laughs-almost, until the moment he realizes that she’s being serious. “you’re not a monster. you’ve been nothing but nice to me so far-despite how much of an asshole i am.” he steps closer to her and holds his face up so she can see the scarred J on his cheek along with all the other scars. “i don’t know where the hell i got these but something tells me it wasn’t pleasant and-”he clenches his fist. “i feel angry all the time-no good person feels the way i do.”

[renegadeisms]

pearl’s eyes narrowed. she hadn’t wanted to approach strangers to begin with, but without many options it seemed reasonable to ask at least one or two people around. the stranger had been alone which was ideal, pearl was not meant for groups, and he seemed quiet, maybe even reasonable. to say she wasn’t pleased when he called out was an understatement. still, pearl wasn’t going to risk herself in an unknown area. “i’m staying right here then,” she called back. “however it’s not particularly smart to go around threatening strangers. you never know who you could have pissed off.” she paused, clearly they weren’t getting along, but still, she had come this far, she was doing to ask for a tiny bit of help. “do you know where we are?”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

jason shrugged when she said she would stay where she was. “what can a pissed off stranger do to me? i’ve clearly undergone some shit in my life already and to make it worse, i don’t remember any of it. i just have to guess where my scars came from.” he looked up at the girl and shrugged again as he tried to calculate how much of a threat she was. “the town sign said antta, so if that’s the truth then that’s where we are.”

[not-trish-anymore-blog]

“There’s ways to purify water … but I really don’t trust that they didn’t just send people here to die. I haven’t exactly heard great things about this town.” Trish shrugged slightly. “Plus, if you want to find some water and drink it first, go ahead. If you’re so sure that anything around here is safe.”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

“if you’re so sure that we’re going to die here anyway, don’t you want to choose the way you go. dehydration seems like a pretty lame way to die. i’d prefer poison or just life in general. i’ve always been a survivor.” he isn’t sure how he knows that but he knows it’s true. he would find a way to survive here no matter what.

[somethingthcre]

the boy had seemed troubled, and allison could see the look in his eyes. maybe he’d been one of the unfortunate ones to have lost their memory. she couldn’t imagine what that must be like. “hey, it’s okay… my name is allison. you’re safe here, i promise,” she said in a gentle tone, taking a few steps closer.

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

he looked up as she took a few steps closer, eyes narrowing at her. “safe here? that’s a joke, right?” he may not have had any of his memories but he definitely didn’t believe that this town was safe for any of them. “and i’m asking you to stay away because i don’t know if it’s safe for you to be near me.” there’s a brief pause. “i’m jason.”

[eternalstorm]

“ reminds you of what? ” she frowned. yeah, she could also hear on her voice that she was from england “ you must be from usa somewhere, correct? american english. at least it’s not british ” she shrugged her shoulders when he asked why he should tell her the way out, if he finds it “ oh, that haven’t i thought of. why trust a stranger or tell something to them, yeah? ” you don’t know what kind of people they are, but that didn’t she tell him. god knows if anyone here was a serial killer or anything “ don’t worry about it, handsome. i can probably find it myself ”

[fcrgottenjason-blog]

“someone i think i might have known before my memories disappeared.” the whole memory loss thing was starting to get really annoying. “i think so, yeah. wish i could tell you where.” if his memories didn’t come back soon he was going to have to come up with some story to tell people so they wouldn’t think that he was crazy. “you could always earn my trust, though i wouldn’t recommend that. not sure how trustworthy i am.” he let’s out something close to a laugh at being called handsome. “flattery doesn’t work on me, sweetheart.”