conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 59 (masterpost here)
Bruce: security protocols could be improved, i suppose.
Dick: it could not, are you kidding me? they're better than Titans Tower.
Bruce: and how do you figure that?
Dick, as if Bruce is stupid: uh? because of Tim? do you not remember when Jason was like, full-force trying to kill Tim at every turn? and yet he didn't get an opportunity to actually attack until Tim was in Titans Tower. security was fine until he was there.
Damian: *snort*
Jason: ...yeah that's not true. i had like eight opportunities to kill him before then. it was real easy.
Bruce: ...elaborate, Hood.
Damian: *snicker*
Tim: woooa- hold on, back up; huh?
Jason: yeah- dude, did you think i just like... wasn't trying until the tower or something? you're not exactly hard to kill.
Tim: what- whatdya- wh- i never saw you? you didn't attack me once before Titans Tower, what are you talking about?!
Dick: yeah, what?
Jason: guys i was literally trained as a mercenary by Ra's Al Ghul--like. personally. he decided i was worthwhile teaching himself for a while. i was linin' up sniper shots with Tim's big-ass forehead before you guys even realised i wanted him hurt.
Tim: bullshit! why am i still alive then, asshole?
Jason, incredulous: because! you were really sad!
Damian: *chokes on some kind of drink* *snickers*
Tim: Damian shut the fuck- and give me back my pepsi! why does everybody always steal my patrol snacks?!
Dick: wait i don't understand, Jason could have killed Tim but didn't? is that the claim?
Jason: i had like, almost ten separate opportunities where you were out as a civilian or chilling at home and i could have taken you out before Titans Tower, Tim. i just never went through with it because you always seemed so... pathetic.
Damian: *low laughter, gradually getting louder*
Tim: oh shut up, Jason.
Jason: no i'm serious! i- *laugh* i remember there was one time i had a shot lined up with your face while you were coming out of the school building, and just as i was about to pull the trigger you tripped and ate shit in front of like, your entire class.
Tim: *indignant noise*
Jason: and you like, stumbled as you tried to stand back up and your hair was a mess, and there was a group of girls behind laughing at you as you limped away... i just couldn't do it. i figured hey, realistically i want B to suffer more than you here, so the least i can do is wait for a slightly more dignified moment to take you out. right?
*a pause*
Tim: what the FUCK?!
Jason: listen i wasn't in a good headspace! i think i was having Damian withdrawals, it was the first time i'd been away from him for longer than a month since i woke up.
Damian: ayyyyyyy~!
Tim: -the fuck up, Damian.
Bruce: Red Robin, keep calm.
Dick: *quickly* -carry on. anyway- everybody shut up, *amused* Jay are you actually saying you stopped yourself from killing Tim just because of how sad he was?
Tim: I WAS NOT THAT SAD.
Jason: are you kidding me? that period in your life you were going through it, man. i remember one time i was about to snipe you after you got an ice cream and you dropped it on the ground. you stared at that thing for like five minutes and i watched you cry an actual tear. --felt so bad i straight ran a street ahead of where you were walking and dropped some cash so i could buy you a new one.
Tim: you're so full of it--so why'd you fucking attack me at the tower then, huh? if you felt so bad for me?
Bruce: he has a point, Hood. you did end up attempting his life.
Jason: ok well again, if i'd wanted him dead i would have done it. i just had to beat him down a little and make it obvious that i crushed in combat easily, that's all. it was a strength thing.
Tim, dry: you beat me unconscious and wrote 'fuck you Batman' in my blood on the wall.
Dick: yeah that's- it did take him like. three days to wake up. so.
Jason: first of all, i didn't write 'fuck you Batman' in blood. i wrote 'Red Hood was here'. it was my official fucking crime lord name reveal, asshole, you could at least get your facts right. *a beat* i wrote 'fuck you Batman' in the code of the security lockdown so that B would see it when he came to rescue you.
Bruce: *heavy sigh*
Damian: *absent hum* i remember that story; you told me it when you came back to the league during the uprisings.
Jason, matter of fact: yeah, and you asked to see a mock up of the code's design so i got it up on an old ipad, and it was the first time you'd been shown anything to do with computer coding, and you pointed at it and said 'witch craft!' in a really shaken tone, and it was at that point that i realised i had to get you out of the compound, because What The Fuck.
Damian: *fond hum* i was so full of magic.
Jason: no i think you were just denied modern education.
Dick: CAN WE GET BACK TO THE TOWERS INCIDENT!? IF YOU FELT BAD WHY DID YOU EVEN ATTACK HIM?
Tim: yeah what the fuck.
Jason: oh- don't even, Tim. you deserved it and you know it. by the time you got mad at Bruce and ran away to vacation in that tower i was basically giving up on killing you for revenge; i just followed you around to check that you were making it through the week. and then, and then, i fucking get in there and i hear your bitch ass on the phone with one of your little sidekick friends, talking shit about how irrational B was being for wanting to keep you on security lockdown because *mocking voice* 'listen it's only the Red Hood that's supposedly after me, it's a guy with a helmet, i could take him down with ease.'
*silence*
Jason: yeah, nothing to fucking say now, huh? i heard you say AND I QUOTE, 'the dude's only dressing up in the Joker's old gear because he knows he's just as much of a joke as the original, he has no chance to actually do me damage'.
Dick: *sucks in breath* *stage whisper* ...Tim, man, it's gettin hard t' defend you here...
Tim: ...ok so i didn't actually know you were already in the tower when i was on the phone,
Bruce: *heavier sigh*
Jason: yeah?! well fuck you; you think i'm hearing that shit and not wiping your shit out? you needed the fucking ego check, bitch. come at me.
Bruce: can we please just leave it in the past? you're both alive, that's all that matters.
Jason: *disgruntled muttering* fuckin' lucky i felt bad for you, you little-
Bruce: Hood.
Jason: FINE.
*five seconds of silence*
Bruce, hesitantly: ...witchcraft, son?
Damian: -oh fuck off, father. i was nine years old, it was my first time seeing an ipad turned on, and he was making the innards of a fucking computer system come to life. you wanted me to live up to my IQ sooner than that then you should've fucking put more effort into checking into whether any of those blank shots actually hit their mark.
Eris Vanserra at the end of ACOWAR, because for some reason him taking a sword to the face and walking it off is so hot to me lmao
“Eris was bruised and cut up enough to indicate he must have been in terrible shape after the fighting ceased yesterday, sporting a brutal slice down his cheek and neck—barely healed.”
Including the non-scarred version as well for vibes
Hello all, new to the Sarah J Maas/ACOTAR fandom and looking to get some blog/fic/art recs.
About me: I’m a complete novice as it relates to the fandom! I understand she is a controversial figure but I do love Nesta with all my heart and am a fan of Nessian. I’m currently about a quarter of the way into the third Crescent City, and I also adore Bryce/Hunt and Ruhn/Lidia.
Bryce Quinlan has a husband that she loves and calls her mate (stop trying to make Azriel a homewrecker when Bryce chose to stay in her world at the end of her arc. Sarah has never written any of her leading ladies as divorcing / losing their husband to death).
Elain Archeron already has a mate, quit trying to force another bond on her (it's one thing to like the idea of e/riel but stop trying to force a mating bond on Elain and Az - especially when the big argument by shippers is how she doesn't want a mate. She has given zero indication she wants a mating bond with Az, she's also given zero indication she'd ever want to date / marry him. The only person she ever agreed to marry is Graysen and we all know hooking up in Sarah's world does not automatically translate to a serious relationship. See Dorian / Aelin. See Cassian / Mor. See Nesta and random men. See Bryce and random guy).
Gwyn Berdera is the only female Azriel was ever written to feel a spark for. Gwyn Berdera is the only female who Az's shadows ever seemed curious about, regardless of it being her breath / power. Those things still belong to Gwyn and make her who she is just like Nesta's powers of Death are still tied up into who she is. (stop pretending like this couldn't be possible foreshadowing for Az and the shadows having a mating bond with Gwyn and her breath because Azriel in canon has not yet met his mate therefore everyone who is not Bryce, Feyre, Nesta, Elain, and Vivianne could be revealed to be his mate including Gwyn).
(A mating bond is the pinnacle of what Sarah can give these characters yet some are really out there trying to give Az sloppy seconds instead of his own beautiful bond)
Most of those guys are dumbasses who were too scared to disagree with Trump instead of pro-pdf trump lovers that made fun of women hockey.
The FBI POS likely invited himself to party or was invited by certain staff/players and anybody who made waves about it would likely committing career suicide.
They were put on the spot after playing a hockey game, winning, and consuming enough beer to poison a medieval village.
The Hughes bros made a lot of tone deaf public choices since this happened but shouldn't be seen as worse than the others because of their mom.
Both publicly praised women hockey before and after this happened and Quinn even mentioned something about not being sure what he could say so maybe US hockey or NHL is censuring what they can say??
Every player who has said anything about it was seen as not doing enough by most people. I don't think there is anything they could possibly say that would make most people happy.
Sone of the hockey players are actually trump supporters and laughed at women's hockey. We wont ever know exactly who was too uncomfortable to speak up and who agreed. :/
If they didn't have a good excuse, refusing to go to the white house individually could have been a bad move for their careers. It's known many hockey managements are MAGA. Every player who didn't go all said excuses related to hockey games or family.
I think their previous and continuing actions speak louder than the video.
It sucks that US men finally win gold and Trump ruins the vibes and they can't visit the white house as many olympians before them without looking bad. And women don't feel like they were even welcomed.
I hate Trump and everything he's done to this country and how he's tarnished our winning 2 for 2 golds in hockey.
I've loved hockey for years and i refuse to let that (words too strong to even say on tumblr) ruin this game for me. He's taken enough.
I'll watch to see how they act going forward. Don't just say you support women's hockey, do it.
Oh and an add on is that all the energy that people put into hating the hockey players should be directed to the director of the FBI partying with them instead of doing his gd job and at the president for being a pos that cant even handle a fucking phone call without embarrassing the country and insulting people.
Series Masterlist | Lovers to Exes to Strangers to Friends to Lovers
Jason Todd x fem!Reader | Chapter 2
Word Count: 1,125
Prologue || Chapter 1 || Next Chapter (TBA)
Chapter Warnings: mentions of injury, aggravated assault, gun wounds, blood (what Jason did to the man in the alleyway last chapter), drug dealing, weapons dealing, typical Red Hood violence.
More of a filler chapter. Short and just showing reader's thoughts on the situation before we get into the beginnings of the nitty gritty.
Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t get the Red Hood out of your mind. He seemed to be everywhere now.
Not physically. Yet after that night, you would hear more about him than you felt like you ever did before. More news coverage. More social media posts. More overheard conversations around campus and in public.
You sat on the bus (having gotten on at the right time today), scrolling through your phone. Everything you came across all talked about how much more violent he had been recently.
Wasn’t he always violent? You think to yourself. Everyone knew that. Red Hood. The only one of two vigilantes in Gotham who used guns.
You had seen him beating that guy up in that alleyway. Had heard him shoot the guy. Then watched and listened to him lie to your face. You hadn’t thought twice about his nature. That’s just who he was. Red Hood only focused his violent efforts on those who he deemed deserved it. A college girl trying to get home didn’t deserve it, and Red Hood had proved he agreed by taking you home safely.
You hadn’t dared tell your friends about the encounter. First off, they would chide you for staying late again. Then, they would probably hold another intervention about your unhealthy coping mechanisms with living post-Jason.
How were you even supposed to bring it up? Or, for the matter, change the story so that they didn’t know you willingly walked into an alley with an armed vigilante who had been, in the moment, taking out every ounce of anger he had ever felt on that man. Then proceeded to get on the back of the Red Hood’s motorcycle, give him your address, and drive you home.
You cringed to yourself at that thought. You really had thrown out all Surviving Gotham 101 (A real course at the university, mind you. Mandatory for all no matter your major.) knowledge out of the window just because you had seen the one vigilante you trusted the most in this city.
Watching the buildings go by outside the bus, your mind drifted back to a conversation you had once about this, albeit tinged a bit sour by the fact it had been with Jason.
The two of you had been watching the news. You were seated on your carpet with your back against the couch, between Jason’s calves and knees. The large man was sitting on the couch behind you. He had been taking chunks of your hair and braiding them at random. Something that helped his anxiety.
“Bullshit,” You had muttered.
You had felt Jason’s fingers pause in your hair, “Hm?”
Pointing at the TV, you exclaim, “What they’re saying about Red Hood! I don’t think he’s a danger to the public.”
Jason had been quiet for a moment, “No?”
“Not when he hasn’t done anything,” You crossed your arms. You could feel Jason start to say something. You raised a hand to object, “To the general public.”
Jason let out a soft chuckle.
You continued, crossing your arms again, “I mean, he’s for the people. If you lined up every vigilante in Gotham and said I had to go with one,” You point with your chin as a blurry photo of the Red Hood appeared on the screen again, “I’d go with him.”
Jason didn’t answer for a long time. Curious to his silence, you tilted your head back against his knee to look up at him.
He was staring down right at you. Your hair was unmoving between his fingers.
“I thought you didn’t like gun violence.” Is all he said.
“I don’t,” You shrugged. “But I’d still feel the safest with him.”
Jason still looked at you. Examining, almost. His eyes darted over your face for a moment before he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“Can we change the channel, please?” He murmured quietly against your skin.
You nodded, grabbing the remote and opening up Netflix instead.
You looked back up at him, “Who would you feel safest with?”
He had been focused back on your hair, working on the fifth braid, “None of them.” He shrugged, “But... Red Hood’s a good choice for your safety.”
You cursed Jason Todd for being right.
You cursed him for still being on your mind so often.
Slumping back in the bus seat, you sigh and put your phone away. You feel the card that Red Hood had given you brush your fingers.
That was weeks ago now.
Fiddling with it, you think about your recent events. Maybe you were just thinking about it all too much. You were paying more attention now that you had met the Red Hood face to helmet. Of course you would start noticing more mentions of him.
Maybe I’m just thinking about it so much because it was such a weird interaction.
It had all started with how you approached him. Which, you cringed at again. You had watched him reach for his gun when he first spotted you. If he hadn't stopped once he looked over at you; if you had looked the least bit threatening at any point, you would have been dead.
You were still hung up on the fact that he hadn’t given a single care about whether or not you knew motorcycle safety. (Again, curse Jason Todd for entering your mind.) The way he had gotten to your apartment so efficiently. The fact you both had just ignored that beaten and shot man in the alleyway.
Mind you, you have just assumed he would go back after he dropped you off. Surely he wouldn’t just leave some drug dealer (or worse) laying in an alley somewhere.
You suddenly wondered if Red Hood had ever run into Jason on his patrols. After your few months apart from your ex and many conversations with your close friends, you were all convinced that he truly had been a drug dealer and had been hiding it all from you. Or weapons dealer, with how much he knew about guns.
The bus finally arrived at your stop. You shrugged off your thoughts, feeling neutral about the image of Red Hood beating up your ex like he had that man. You knew Jason had been hurt in the past. Badly.
You had seen the scars on his face, his arms, one nasty one on his calf once when you had convinced him to let you test a wax strip on him, and the one on his neck that he hated having touched or kissed. You knew there were more under his clothes, ones he never took off in front of you.
Sighing, you exit the bus.
Curse Jason Todd, for not letting you want him to be hurt.
Reader being in the bus the whole time is like an allegory for her thoughts moving and her making connections in her mind but she's still in the same place (the bus) because she hasn't figured out that Red Hood and Jason are the same person.
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