jason todds fav knife

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Ruby 🧜‍♂️ : she/her, 19, Gemini My loves : books, comics, collecting, One Direction. Curly hair :( writes for - DC Comics, Marvel Comics, Call of Duty requests - OPEN <3

absolutely NO incest requests. ANONS - 😈 Current Song 🎧 - Summerboy - The Fame - Lady Gaga

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An artist hired by DC drew him actually looking his age I can't believe it

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Besides the "NO incest requests", are there any "Do"s & "Don't"s that I should/must be aware of?

thanks for asking, just the basic stuff no homophobia, religious intolerance, thst kinda thing. But other than that feel free to request anything!

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old friend ☆ Jason Todd Content WARNINGS : Jason Todd x Fem!Reader, mentions of grief, crime, and murder. Eventual smut??  Ruby's Notes ☆ : sorry for the wait lifes been insane. Also did this is my desktop, so might look weird 😭 Part One,Part Two,Part Three He’s walking away. He just turned and walked away without saying anything! I don’t know why this irritates me so much, but it does. “Hey! Wait! Get back here-”. I walk after him, but as soon as I turn to exit the cemetery, he’s gone. Vanished. As the weeks go by, the news is going feral over a new vigilante. It’s him. The man from the cemetery. He calls himself the “Red Hood”. I guess that’s why he has that helmet. People have already started comparing him to Batman. But the real big debate is on his morals. He kills the criminals. Now I know about the whole “No Kill Rule” Batman has, but sometimes I wonder. How many of these crimes that have been committed could’ve been prevented if someone had killed them. Like The Joker. He’s killed so many Gothamites, and more. How much would that number have decreased if someone had killed him years ago?  I find myself curled up on my couch, watching a news report on the Red Hood, pondering the question of whether what he’s doing is right, but also wondering. What the hell was he doing in that cemetery?  I look over, the leather jacket he gave me is thrown over the back of a chair in my kitchen. It’s slowly become something I reach for. If I’m stepping outside to grab a package, or on a quick walk. That’s the jacket I grab. It felt strange at first. But it’s not like the Red Hood knows that I wear it often. 

Still lowkey hate this, but enjoy ig. Reblog if u like it,

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im gonna post ive been so busy😭😭

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ITS AMAZINGG cant wait for the full thing!! but dont stress yourself out

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hope your happy with it!! enjoy ❤️

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old friend ☆ Jason Todd

Content WARNINGS : Jason Todd x Fem!Reader, mentions of grief, crime, and murder. Eventual smut.

Ruby's Notes ☆ : This is from his pov! its a shorter than the rest but I hope you enjoy! also it's not edited.

Part One, Part Two,

She’s staring at me, demanding an answer, but all I can think about is how much she’s changed, grown.

She looks hurt, and I have to fight the urge to hug her, the way I used to.

Her eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, and yet, she is still breathtaking. Breathtaking, and…shivering.

She’s cold. Without thinking, I take off my jacket and offer it. “You’re cold,” I say, the helmet distorting my voice. Her eyes widened in shock. She hesitates, and rightfully so. “Take it.”. To my surprise, she does. I can see the warmth of it fill her, but she still is staring at me, confused. “Answer my question.” she says again.

I stare for a moment, before turning and walking away without a word. She doesn’t need this, this complication, this burden of me being around. I’m not the same Jason she knew, and I’m not the Jason she needs.

Lowkey hate this part ✌️. But enjoy ig.

Divders by @easytiger-xo

[nagiishigh]

I will get to all the asks soon guys I promise! I’ve got exam season rn so it’s a bit hard to keep up SO HERE HAVE FATSON AS AN APOLOGY

[ciricearts]

old man jason as promised AAAA

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old friend ☆ Jason Todd Content WARNINGS : Jason Todd x Fem!Reader, mentions of grief, crime, and murder. Eventual smut. Ruby's Notes ☆ : This was getting so long, so I decided to split it into parts. please reblog if you enjoyed it!

Dim. That’s the only way to describe how you feel now—dim. Lonely. Life felt like you were in the backseat of your own mind, someone else going through the motions. That's how grief affected you. That's how the loss of him affected you. Now, who is he? You might be asking. He was Jason Peter Todd. My childhood friend, and the only boy I've ever loved. We met when we were both 12. He looked out for me. He was always there. A constant light in my life, always with a smile and jokes. Bright was the only way to describe him. But he was bright in a way that lit up my life without being blinding—that's why I loved him. He was there when issues with my parents got worse. He was there through it all.We were inseparable, and I quickly fell for him. I kept my feelings to myself for a while, unable to confess for fear of ruining our close bond. On April 27th, when we were fifteen, nearly sixteen, I finally gathered the courage to tell him how I truly felt, hoping and praying he’d feel the same. But just as I was about to tell him, he had to go. “Family emergency,” is what he said. The next day, I knocked on the doors of the manor. Alfred, a man whom I’d always admired, for the first time since I’d first met him, looked absolutely devastated. “What’s wrong?” I asked him, completely oblivious. I should’ve known, or guessed. It was written all over his face. “Master Jason,” he paused. “Master Jason passed away last night.” I didn't believe him. Couldn’t. Refused. I ran home, the city blurring around me. I didn’t even know why I was running, only that I had to run from his words. I just couldn't process that he was gone. I called and called, desperate to hear his voice—his usual, careless “What’s up?” or “What do you need?” But there was nothing. Just sent to voicemail over and over again. “Hey, it’s Jason! Leave a message!” I texted. Left voicemails that were more sobs than words. Nothing. No answer. But I still refused to believe that he was gone. Four years passed. Four long, dull, miserable years. I tried to date; it never lasted more than a few months, so I gave up. I stayed single, focusing more on my job than anything else. I work as a hairdresser now, something Jason said I’d always be good at, considering my chatty nature. But now it’s more of a facade than anything else. An obligation. Dick checks on me from time to time. I always brush him off, claiming I'm fine. I am. I’m fine. There's nothing wrong. I lied; he knows that, but maybe the more I say it, the truer it becomes. It’s April 27th again, and I’m at his grave, sitting, talking to him. Telling him about my day, as if he’s there, as if he’s listening. I feel the familiar prickle of tears. I keep talking to the cold gravestone, stopping at the sound of footsteps filling the graveyard. I look over my shoulder. No one. It’s empty. But I could've sworn I heard somebody. “Hello?” I call, getting up. “Is anyone there?” I see nothing, hear nothing. But I feel someone's gaze burning a hole through me. “You know it's seriously creepy to just stare at people in cemeteries!” I say, getting frustrated and slightly worried. Something moves near the trees, drawing my attention. “Come out!” I call, questioning why I’m not running. To my absolute shock, a dark shape detached itself from the pines and moved into my vision. He was tall. Not just tall, huge, dressed in tactical cargo pants with holsters strapped to his thighs, a worn leather jacket over a grey undershirt. The centerpiece, though, is the bright red helmet. How the hell did I not see him? “Who are you?” I ask, taking a step forward, even as a wave of self-consciousness hits me. My hair is a mess, my eyes are puffy and red, and I’m definitely not dressed to confront this… Man? He remains silent, and I do my best to push past the feeling of looking crazy. “I said, who are you?” I demand, forcing the words out with the confidence I didn’t have, but desperately needed……

NOT EDITED Part 2

Divders by @easytiger-xo

[ciricearts]

sorry in so happy i need to say it here too WE HAVE OLD MAN JASON TOOOOD JASON NATION WE WOOON!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉

[juicykvnture]

DILF GRAYSON IS REAL THIS IS NOT A DRILL IM NUTTING EVERYWHERE AUGUGHHHH

​YAY!! YIPPEE! WOOHOO!! (bouncing on it)

[ciricearts]

he’s gonna cry

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FINALLY im gonna work on the third part tonight(?? still thinking if i wanna do my assignment tonight or on the weekend LMAO) orr tomorrow night but YIPPE!! (yes ik its light mode im blind and i write in pitch darkness bc i prefer it that way and i need to see)

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heyyy. so i have an idea. so childhood friends, and the day she was going to confess is the day he leaves. he dies snd doesn't come back and she regrets it. but when he comes back she tries to figure out if he's still the boy she loved

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PROMISE IM WORKINH ON IT RIGHT NOWW. But ill give a little snippet

Dim. That’s the only way to describe how you feel now, dim. Lonely. Life felt like you were in the backseat of your own mind, someone else going through the motions. That's how grief affected you. That's how the loss of him affected you. Now who is he? You might be asking. He was Jason Peter Todd. My childhood friend, and the only boy I've ever loved. We met when we were both 12, he looked out for me. He was always there. A constant light in my life, always with a smile and jokes. Bright was the only way to describe him. But he was bright in a way that lit up my life without being blinding—that's why I loved him. He was there when issues with my parents got worse. He was there through it all. We were inseparable and I quickly fell for him. I kept my feelings to myself for a while, unable to confess for fear of ruining our close bond. On April 27th, when we were fifteen and nearly sixteen, I finally gathered the courage to tell him how I truly felt, hoping and praying he’d feel the sameBut just as I was about to tell him, he had to go. “Family emergency,” is what he said. The next day, I knocked on the doors of the manor.. Alfred, a man whom I’d always admired, for the first time since I’d first met him looked absolutely devastated. “What’s wrong? “ I’d ask him, completely oblivious. I should’ve known, or guess. It was written all over his face. “Master Jason,” he paused. “Master Jason passed away last night.” I didn’t believe him. Couldn’t. Refused. I ran home, the city blurring around me. I didn’t even know where I was going, only that I had to run from his words. I just couldn’t process that he was gone. I called and called, desperate to hear his voice—his usual, careless “What’s up?” or “What do you need?” But there was nothing. Just sent to voicemail over and over again. “Hey it’s Jason! Leave a message!”. I texted. Left voicemails that were more sobs than words. Nothing. No answer. But I still refused to believe that he was gone..... THATS JUST A LITTLE. LET ME KNOW WHAT U GUYS THINK

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IM WORKING ON IT

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guys i am WORKING HARD on this fic. it is killing me. Life has been fucking me in the ass and not in a fun way 😔 its gonna be really long tho. Trust 🙏