"No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good." I've been there. I've seen it all. There is a fine line that I toe. Love me or hate me but you have to admit one thing: I'm damn good at this shit.
< All answers under the cut because some people love to watch the world burn... Also might have deleted some questions cause I didn’t know how to answer them. >
What makes you the most emotional about your muse?
There’s a lot of things going on in current comics that have gotten me wanting to kidnap him and lock him in a box, but I won’t go into any of that. What makes me the most emotional is how badly this boy wants friends and a family and at every turn he is being shoved back into the darkness. Sure most of the time he does it to protect the people he cares about, but just once I’d love for someone to jump into it with him and be all ‘I’m here till the end’. Hell even just one of his family members to step up and be all: “we know you’ve got some serious issues and need someone to talk to. So how about we go and have some milkshakes and talk through stuff”. But of course he’s a member of the Batfam and they communicate with fists to the face.
What made you decide to write this muse?
So a long time ago there was this comic book story line that came out. Batman: Under the Hood. The basis of it was that someone who KNEW the bats was causing hell throughout Gotham and starting to kill the mob. I grew attached to this sassy, snarky, devil may care attitude, bastard of a man known as the Red Hood. When it was revealed to be the Robin that I had first read in comics (Death in the Family still makes me cry okay), I knew I had to have him. I used him through out my various RP years, finally making my way here to tumblr like maybe eight years ago. I can’t really pin point the WHY I’ve kept him around as long as I have. He’s always been the loudest muse I’ve ever had.
If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?
Oh this is so easy it’s bad... His death. A vote of the people caused his death, and would result in the torment that he faces still today in comics. It all stems from that single vote back in the 80s when people sucked and only cared about how big their hair could get and how ‘cool’ they looked. This poor boy has suffered for all these years because some snot nosed man in his mom’s basement spam called the hotline to get Robin killed off. Congratulations you weasel, you were responsible for the death of a child and the torture and torment of his future self. Yes... I’m a bit salty.
If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?
I’d tell him that he can’t give up. He’s done horrible things sure, and people have turned their backs on him. But he will find someone (somewhere somehow) who will stick by his side. He doesn’t have to be and he won’t be alone for the rest of his life.
If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?
Seeing as he’s been a crime lord and the son of a billionaire, there isn’t any material things I could give him that he probably doesn’t already have. What I’d give him instead is a hug and the reassurance that no matter what he does (or who he might kill), I’m still going to love him.
If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?
I suppose the most positive thing about him is that he’s loyal as all hell (once he cares for a person). It doesn’t take too much to break his trust (after all look at how many times he’s had to deal with lying from his family). But yeah he’s very loyal and protective of the people he cares for. He’d even kill for them, which is actually not really positive (though I guess that depends on who you ask).
If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?
Oh no. Nope. I wouldn’t borrow anything from Jason. I have enough issues as it is and I don’t really need any others. His skills with weapons and being very athletic would be cool, but I’d never be able to use either one. So yeah... he doesn’t have much I could borrow.
Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?
I do want to see Jason happy. He’s had such a shitty live and trash keeps getting tossed on top of him over and over again. It’d be super nice for him to be able to just kick back and look over things and be like: ‘yup... I’m happy with this’. What would make him happy? I think just having his family accept him would be a good start. Maybe having a best friend who didn’t turn on him the moment things got hard would be nice too... Just someone who loves him and accepts him for him. Hell just give this boy a friend at all and he’d be happy.
Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?
.... This is a question? I love putting Jason through angst, and honestly it doesn’t even take that much to do it. His life is written like a bad angst fanfic. Abusive father, druggie mom, living on the street, death, torture, murdering people, being excelled from his family, having no friends, depression, attempted suicides... yeah... his life is an angst hole and I like tossing him into it every chance I get.
What do you love about your muse?
Oh where ever do I begin. Jason is intelligent, athletic, sassy, and murderous. He has a 'gives no shits’ type of attitude, and he’s a huge trouble magnet. He’s also got a huge heart buried under all that murderous rage. He isn’t a perfect person and has a ton of issues and problems that hinders him from being a “hero” and I just love that. I’ve always fell in love with characters that had issues to over come. Jason has a lot of those and more that pile on top of those ones.
What do you hate about your muse?
He blames himself for everything. Even things that are out of his control. He piles on the blame on top of himself and it weights him down. He’s very self sacrificing as well, and sometimes I just want to shake him and tell him to STOP. Oh and he tends to push people away, even though he longs to have people close to him. He’s so afraid all the time of them getting hurt so his answer is to push them away, which in turn makes him more depressed and angry because everyone leaves him... Like dude, you do this shit to yourself... I really just want to wack him with a rolled up newspaper.
What about your muse amuses you?
It amuses me the most when Jason mouths off to people that he and I both know could totally kick his ass to the moon and back. He has died, he knows what death is like, and yet he goes running up to it and hugs it when he’s faced with it. Like: ‘what are you doing!?’ and at this point you just have to laugh because omg he has no self preservation at all!
What about your muse makes you sad?
The fact that he continues to push everyone he loves and cares about away, making him be alone forever and ever. He wants people in his life, yet at every turn he’s forcing them to make decisions that would make them leave him. Sure he does this to protect them, but it just hurts him in the end and it makes me heart ache for him.
How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?
This is Jason my troublesome son. He died once, but he got better. He’s got a mouth on him but please don’t punch him in the face, even though he probably totally deserves it. Oh he was once Robin, but don’t mention Batman to him because he gets really angry and might go and kill someone. Also he hates clowns. Please don’t ask, it’s a very touchy subject. Also crowbars are a big no in his presence.
Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?
I would get very frustrated with him if I knew him in real life. The way he seems to hate himself and pushes everyone away, would really make me want to hit him. I think we’d get along though and I’d probably stick to him like glue.
What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?
He has a moral code that he refuses to sway from. He won’t hurt women (unless they come at him first) and children are completely off limits. I think this is important to him too, and breaking this code would be the last straw for him. It’s what keeps him from thinking of himself like one of his targets.
If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?
Sadly I’d have to punish them. He’s a murderer. Even if he’s killing bad people, he’s still killing people. I think he needs help, mentally, and he should get that instead of sitting inside a jail cell for the rest of his life. Maybe sticking him in therapy and then a rehab of sorts would do him better.
What makes you the most emotional about your muse?
What made you decide to write this muse?
If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?
If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?
If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?
If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?
If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?
Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?
Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?
What do you love about your muse?
What do you hate about your muse?
What about your muse amuses you?
What about your muse makes you sad?
How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?
Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?
In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?
Why do you think you connect to your muse?
What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?
If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?
[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]
It was the first time in a long time she’d gone to a bar. SHIELD training kept her busy during the day, and looking for Daisy took up most of her nights. With her mind too far gone to think anymore, she finally gave in and went out when there was no more liquor left in her house.
She wasn’t planning on staying long. Three – maybe four drinks. But n umber five was in her hand when she heard the bottle smash. Jessica picked up her head, already starting to stand up. She knew what happened next. ”Goddammit,” she muttered, tossing her drink back.
The fists started flying and within seconds, everyone was either tangled up in the brawl or trying to crawl away from it. One of them made the unfortunate mistake of swinging at her, and she had to grab them by the collar and send them flying over the bar. But a push from behind sent her stumbling forward, into the center of things.
One asshole was just sitting there, enjoying the sight. “Pleased with yourself?” she muttered. “Some of us wanted a quiet goddamn drink, you know.”
With the fight in full swing, Jason kicked back on the bar and watched. A few people stumbled towards him and he’d push them towards another person, watching the effect it had. Most of the time, the person would be floored and the next person would step up. It was a strange dance and Jason wanted nothing more than to jump in, but something kept him back. A nagging in the back of his head that told him, no.
Unable to stop himself, he reached over the bar and snagged himself one of the bottles of whiskey. The tender had been pouring a glass of the stuff and the bottle had been abandoned when the fight broke out. So in Jason’s mind it was free game. Lifting the bottle up, he missed who it was that had tossed the man who came flying over the bar. He watched the man tumble to the ground and snorted.
Who the hell did that? That was hilarious!
He turned his attention back to the fight to see a dark haired woman get pushed towards him. He lifted up the bottle before ducking as a glass came flying at his head. Oh things were flying now. That was new. Normally people didn’t throw things, but everyone fought differently he supposed.
“You’re right. Some of us did. Sadly when drunks are involved the quiet goes flying out the window.” He reached back behind the bar again to snag two glass and lifted them up to the woman. “Drink?”
((Ignoring the fact that technically these three are his adoptive siblings))
Fuck: Steph || She’s got a mouth on her but really she’s not too bad. Not someone he’d want to keep around for the long term, but might be good for a night of fun.
Marry: Dick || Probably one of the only people he could honestly admit to wanting to be around. Sure he annoys him and sure he wants to break his face, but he’s better than the other two.
Kill: Tim || Pretty sure he’s been trying to do this since he came back to life. Pretty sure he’ll continue to try it for a long while to come.
There was just something about the nights that fueled Jason. He didn’t know if it was from the years he spent at Batman’s side, swinging around rooftops with the stars and moon at his back, or if it was the years he’s spent cleaning the filth off the streets. As soon as the sun went down, and the lights all came up, his heart sped up and he could feel it in his bones. Excitement.
Of course this was a double edged sword. While he was hyped up for the night itself, it also meant that he was unpredictable. One moment he was calm and collected. Working the streets as he hunted down the next scumbag. The next he was nearly foaming at the mouth as angry took over his actions. Brutal and uncontrollable. He’d beaten people to near death with just his fists while in this state. He knew it was a side effect of the trauma he had suffered and he should get it all figured out, but he didn’t want to figure it out. He enjoyed it.
Tonight however wasn’t about patrol. It wasn’t about enjoying cleansing the city. It was about kicking back and relaxing. He wanted a beer and he wanted some good music. He wasn’t expecting company, and he wasn’t looking for anyone to come home with him. He just wanted to enjoy a drink in a bar where no one knew his name. Where no one knew he was The Red Hood. Where he could just be Jason Peter Todd. Zombie Vigilante Crime Lord.
‘Hey buddy... you’re in my *hiccup* seat!’ Jason’s eye twitch for a moment as he finally was given his beer. The drunk poking at him had been bitching for a good five minutes about his seat. It wasn’t like there wasn’t other stools at the bar. But this clown wanted Jason’s seat. Logically Jason knew that the man was drunk and he wasn’t thinking clearly. Logically Jason knew that the man would eventually get bored of bothering him and wander off somewhere. But Jason didn’t care about logic.
He looked down at his beer bottle, finishing the last bits of it before he turned the bottle around in his hands. Such a shame really. The liquid inside was gone which meant that Jason had nothing to block out the drunkard who was still pestering him. That was fine. Fine.
With a flick of his wrist and an outstretched arm, Jason let the bottle break over the drunk’s head. He watched with a bored expression as the man stumbled backwards into another guy, who took a swing at him and missed... hitting another person. It was like dominoes falling into place, and Jason spun on his stool to face the rest of the bar...
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