lucas

just a guy who likes to draw sometimes. and it’s usually pretty okay. lukewarmcomics.carrd.co instagram.com/lukewarmcomics

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A lil HC I have that Jason and Damian were in Nanda Parbat together and Talia took this candid of them.

Damian is one of the only things that managed to make Jason smile after his resurrection.

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tried my hand at making a panel. and who doesn’t love some brotherly angst?

(im bad at dialogue don’t worry about it)

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shhhh. june isn’t over yet. i’ve still got *looks at calendar* 6 days… so this still counts as a pride post..

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Art done by the amazing @lukewarmcomic

Linsey leporidae probably in her office pissed at this dude friggin posing on her (TOTALLY NOT PRIVATE MILITIA FILLED) multimillion dollar pharmaceuticals buisiness

Militia?? Private militia? In leporidae pharm? Nah you crazy. That doesn't exist! Any and all reported crime of leporidae pharmaceuticals is nothing more than slander meant to harm and reduce profits!

... maybe

Ignored the armored, armed, clearly trained people that patrol the underground levels of leporidae pharma.

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Drew someone a little different tonight.

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lately.

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Jason fell asleep and Damian decided to send Rose a quick picture.

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Lovers.

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Dink!

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first piece of 2026 !

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i’m a day late but shhhhh we don’t talk about that

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There was a very fine, dangerous line, between being a hero and self-destruction, and Jason Todd walked it recklessly, as if he had no fear of what lay on either side.

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Jason didn’t keep his scars for anyone else.

He didn’t wear them to impress or intimidate.

No,

he kept them because he thought he deserved them.

Each scar was proof that he was paying for something – some sin, some mistake, some cosmic debt he wasn’t even sure he’d ever clear.

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He collected scars like they were a punishment he couldn’t outrun. A reminder that he wasn’t the hero he’d once dreamed of being.

He needed to show himself – and everyone else – that he was trying.

Trying to be a hero,

trying to matter,

trying to be good.

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He threw himself into situations that would bring him harm, seeking out battles where the odds were stacked against him, pushing himself beyond the limits of what his body could take. He fought with reckless abandon, not because he was fearless, but because he believed suffering was the only currency he had left to pay.

But all he found was more pain; more reasons to believe that he was nothing more than a man who cheated death and had no right to walk among the living.

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inktober day 1, mustache.

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oopsies. posted this to IG but not tumblr.

anyways; jason as icarus. bc the thought was in my mind for so long.

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As soon as he settled onto her bony frame, she seemed to come alive, just a little. Her arms wrapped around him and her breath hitched in her throat. Her smile returned, stretched tighter this time, like she was holding back tears and trying to turn them into something pretty.

Jason could feel it – the desperate effort. The performance of motherhood. The aching want to be 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, if only for tonight.

“Oh look at you,” Catherine breathed, a trembling laugh rising in her throat. “You’re gettin’ so old. Eleven already?” Her voice lifted with something close to joy. And, for a moment, she wasn’t the hollowed-out woman who slept all day and disappeared at night. She wasn’t the brittle shadow he had watched shrink before his eyes over the years.

She was just…

Mom, trying her best to hold on.

Trying to remember.

Jason didn’t speak right away. He could feel the fragility of the moment in her heartbeat. Like if he said the wrong thing, it would all collapse. But even then, the worry clawed at him. The guilt. The knowledge that this cake – this beautiful, too-perfect cake – wasn’t something they could afford.

He looked at the candle again, still flickering stubbornly on the table.

“We could still return it,” Jason insisted again softly, turning just enough to look at her. “Get somethin’ we need.”

Just a little snippet of something I wrote for Jason’s birthday. If y’all want the full writing, I can definitely post it :)

Happy Birthday, my son 🥲.

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pls don’t let this flop 😔.

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