𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖔𝖓

[insp0s]

“I was born: made of gunpowder and exit wounds.”

— Samuel Fox, The Kid, published in Nostrovia (via wildfairy)

[austintoya]

Happy Birthday Jason Todd! <3

To my all time favorite character!! :D

[otgw]

what can i say? chicks dig me. it’s the giant red helmet.

[prrodigalson]

rvdrvbvn‌:

closed // jason todd @prrodigalson

“hey jay, did you get a new number?” tim’s tone is calm, curious, as he looks up from his perch on jason’s couch. three phone calls had gone unanswered, and tim had decided to take matters into his own hands. “nice security system, by the way - took me a while to get through it.” a part of him is expecting anger at his unexpected appearance, and his body is tensed, ready to get up quickly if needed. but he smiles, too broadly, stretching himself out and making a show of getting comfortable on the couch.

It’d be a lie to say this was the last thing Jason expected to wake up to - given that his family seemingly didn’t exactly understand boundaries. He kept them at a distance for a reason, though he’s sure it never really translated the way he’d wished it had. A fists balls up to rub at his eyes, still groggy from sleeping the day away. Him and Rose had gone after another dealer of the Hope serum the night before and didn’t get home until just about the sun was rising. Pressing his side into the door frame of his bedroom, he rolls his eyes. “Nope. Same number.” he deadpans, walking through the messy apartment to the kitchen. He pours himself a mug of whatever is left in the coffee pot, immediately sipping on the hot liquid. “Thanks. It was a gift.” Could it be considered a gift if he put it together using gadgets he swiped from Bruce? Probably not, but the former Robin isn’t going to explain any further. “Pitch a fucking tent while you’re at it,” Jason’s against the door frame to the living room now, eyes expectant as he watches the other. “Is there a reason you broke into my apartment? Or is Alfred covering all the furniture with plastic again?” 

[prrodigalson]

rosewilsonx‌:

JASON TODD // @prrodigalson

She could lay like this forever, her head on the crook of Jason’s arm and her arm snaked halfway around his waist, indulging on his warmth. But she knew she  couldn’t. They couldn’t. Rose couldn’t simply stay still knowing his brother was out there. She tried to go back to sleep but with the thoughts of her brother running in her mind, rest is not going to happen.

With a heavy heart, she slowly peeled away from his touch, careful not to wake him up then picked the very first clothing she could find among the discarded pieces of floor. It was a little too big for her so she knew it was Jason’s.

It was a few minutes over 2 in the morning, a perfect time to pull a crime. Rose took a cigarette from its pack and the police scanner and brought it over window sill where she sat. After lighting a cigarette, Rose played around the frequency, hoping for any kind of signs of news, good or bad.

The absence at his side is noticed immediately, though while half asleep Jason thinks nothing of it and pulls the flat sheet closer to him. He assumes she’s headed to the bathroom or even to the window for a cigarette. But then the gentle hum of the police scanner is heard, the crackling sound of searching through channels effectively pulling him from his sleepy daze. Dark hues attempt to make out her frame in the darkness, the only thing visible at this hour being her silhouette and the bright red end of the cigarette. 

His palm lifts to rub at his eyes, vision becoming clearer after the gesture. He listens in on the radio for a moment before eyeing her better, trying to get a read on what she was thinking. “Somethin’ happen?” 

[selinaklye]

This was never about making you perfect, Jason. This is not the end of your journey. Rather it is the beginning. One day your heart will shine brighter than the dark fury inside you. And that day will be glorious. - Red Hood and the Outlaws: Vol 1. Redemption

[prrodigalson]

this or that?: outlaws or rose

“the two aren’t exactly mutually exclusive.” 

[prrodigalson]

Do you want to try my ass?

“i’ll pass, thanks.”

[oikawas]

You always told me Bruce focus on what I want to achieve, and it will happen, well you want to know what I want now? I want you dead. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jasontod!

[lindatart]

We all know Jason is a Wonder Woman fanboy

[prrodigalson]

kill me with your crowbar daddy

“haven’t heard that one before. fuck off.” 

[ninalinovna]

[rosewilsonx]

@prrodigalson

[prrodigalson]

lxnternray‌:

one of the best parts of being a lantern was always going to be touring space. but kyle knows it’s been too long out there when it’s starbucks that drives in the sense of being home again. sweet, overpriced, subpar coffee. … there are worse things to get vaguely emotional about, he’s sure. the real drawback is he’s not exactly been carting around a wallet for the last couple months. a moment of mourning comes and goes for the five bucks gathering dust in the back of his couch, before rescue arrives in the form a familiar face. “wow, hey, hold up— how’d you feel about sponsoring an at-risk artist today? loyal, cheap. …the good kind of cheap.”

it’s almost as jason’s default stance was with a scowl poised to his lips and his arms crossed tightly over his shoulder - none of this changing when the lantern beckons his attention. dark hues roll back playfully before he’s dropping a hand to fish some spare cash out of his pocket. “i’m well aware of how cheap you are, rayner. save your sob story for someone who cares,” though his words are harsh, there’s a teasing grin that forms to the former robin’s features. “alright, let’s see what overpriced coffee we can get for...” his fingers flip through the tattered bills for a moment to count. “nine dollars. and i want a cake pop.” 

[prrodigalson]

justiceintheknight‌:

Bruce was used to things that went bump in the night, and all things considered, he could hear every bump in the manor at night and knew the exact location of where that bump came from. He did not, however, expect bumps at dawn, very human bumps.  He walked out into the dining room, leaning against the door frame. Don’t be fooled, his calmness was a facade, he was quite frustrated.  “I don’t normally expect visitors, what are you doing here?”

If there’s anything Jason’s grateful for, it’s that Bruce granted him and his brothers access to the mansion - meaning his job of breaking in for whatever reason would be easier than ever. He intended to swipe a few gadgets in order to keep himself safe with the new accords set in place, positive that just being armed may not be good enough to ward away those policing the new policies. 

He was just about to head out through the main entrance, maybe give Ace a goodbye pat on the head before Bruce’s voice is heard and he’s freezing in place. The former Robin turns on his heels, shoulders slumping slightly at the others question. 

Does he go on to tell Bruce the events that occured in the 70′s? He doesn’t want to elongate his stay any longer than it needs to be, so Jason’s offering a shrug. “Thought I’d drop by to see if you were still alive.” He pauses for a moment. "Great talk. I’ll see ya’ later, Bruce.” Jason lifts his fingers to offer a half-hearted salute, and a signature shit-eating grin to match. 

[prrodigalson]

it was one of the first nights jason had to fall asleep alone. and though he really wasn’t totally alone - save for his better halves, kori and roy - it was times like this he found himself missing a certain white-haired girl a little more than usual. rose had cut things off, convinced that being back in 2019 meant whatever it is they started up had to come to an end. truthfully, when they found company in one another, jason wasn’t sure it was something that would last. it wasn’t exactly in his nature to depend on someone like he was beginning to depend on rose but though this was totally out of character for him, there was a part of him that didn’t totally mind this change of pace. a mix of sleep deprivation and frustration lead him to her door, the former robin unable to completely control his next movements. he’s placing a hand in the small of rose’s back, bringing her against his frame to meet her lips in a kiss. he wasn’t entirely sure where they stood as far as returning to 2019 and rebuilding the past went, but there had been one constant in his life and that was her. he pulls away after a moment, dark hues searching for her eyes, hoping her expression didn’t turn to a sour one. “guess you could say that.” he pauses, the hand on her waist faltering a little. “look - we gotta talk.” / @rosewilsonx continued from xxx. 

[marybatson]

The father had lost a son, and now the son had lost the father. His own mortality had become the wedge between them. And his path was clear.

[prrodigalson]

rosewilsonx‌:

It’s hard to keep a hard exterior with Jason, not when he was with her when she went to hell then another. Her eyes settled on the cigarette he had offered, giving him an excuse not to look him in the eyes. Finally, she took the cigarette and lit it with her own lighter.. She took a hit, almost willing the smoke she inhaled to relax the tension being near Jason. She leaned to the wall and blew the smoke in the air. The truth is, Jason was the exception. She knew he got her back and if she was being honest to herself, he also got more than just her trust. Rose couldn’t even bring herself to admit that.    “ What exactly did we go through together, huh? Do you honestly think it was real or just for survival? “    She took another hit and hand him the cigarette, probably the last one they were going to share. The thought really stung but she didn’t want Jason to know so she kept avoiding his gaze.    “ We don’t really need to be in each others lives you know? You have your team and I got…”  Up to this day, Rose was still struggling in finding out where she truly belonged.   “ And I got a brother to find. “   

Jason can’t say any of her reluctance is surprising. They’d never spoke on anything that happened back at Xavier’s, both of them far from the type to define the relationship when they were fine enough with the way things were. He watches her closely, making note of how she’ll barely meet his gaze. When the cigarette is offered out to him, he’s plucking it from her fingers to take a few drags, the act alone settling itself in what would’ve otherwise been an awkward silence. “I dunno. But you can’t say it was just out of necessity, because if it were, I wouldn’t be here. I don’t think you’d be here, either. Talking to me when there’s better shit to do.” It’s hard for him to put into words what he’s feeling exactly, so he’ll stop himself for a moment, an exhale of smoke leaving him before he’s offering the cigarette back to her. “You don’t have to do this shit alone, Rose.” He’s pushing himself off the wall to near her slightly. “You and I aren’t the type to get tied up in all this feelings shit but I’m also not the type to throw away a good thing when I’ve got it, so.” Shoulders are tensing up briefly, rising in a half-hearted shrug. “We don’t gotta make it into some big ordeal. I’ll let you put that through my chest before I become anything like Dick when it comes to Babs,” he motions towards the sword she carried on her back. “Let me help.”