Hi, I'm Carolina|30|INTP|She/Her| A veteran of many fandoms, obssesed with Red Hood, Nightwing, the Bat-Family, Spider-Man and comics in general. Fanfictions give me life and I paint and draw once in a while. You can find me in ao3 as redwing22.
I really liked the idea of half-ghost Jason, so I did my take on a design for him 😀
Unlike Danny, Jason's halfa mode is closer to Vlad since the death and rebirth didn't happen at the same time.
It looks more like what the person wants to project as vibe?
The spectral cloak was initially there look more ghostly, but then my brain cooked up the idea that it acted almost like a bunch of whiskers, sensing ectoplasm or potential threats around him (like an octopus, idk if it's funny or cursed 😅)
Jason would probably use (maybe abuse a bit) of his ghostly powers after Danny somehow purified the Lazarus waters in his system (Danny, head in his hands : I didn't mean to perform accidental halfa creation).
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The Bats are not having a good time. There is someone killing off criminal left and right in Crime Alley and the culprit is extremely efficient and clearly trained.
No sign of entry at the crime scene. Not even a spec of dirt left behind.
Crime Alley has become suspiciously calm recently.
Jason Todd: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!
Bruce Wayne: Really? Name one law
Jason Todd: Don't kill people?
Bruce Wayne: That's on me. I set the bar too low.
If x charity aims for £10, but gets £15, would you expect then to give back the extra five or give it then to another charity? No. Any extra costs go into the “rainy day” fund; sometimes servers crash or break, sometimes false reports are made that require the legal team, sometimes you need to hire coders or what not to implement new features or fix bugs or deal with broken code …
The money they aimed for is the bare minimum, which goes towards things like basic server costs and domain names and legal advice and so forth, but they don’t just “pocket” the rest (as people claim). It’s not a business. It has no advertisements. It needs some “rainy day” cash to function.
You can’t ask a charity to give money to another charity.
They don’t “pocket” excess money. They have a publicly accessible budget - waaaay more info than most charities, in fact. In it, you can clearly see where each dollar goes. (Also, you are vastly underestimating either how much traffic AO3 gets or how much servers/hosting costs.)
In my experience, people who don’t work in web design and hosting just have no concept of how heavy a load something like AO3 would have. Not only is the traffic absolutely buck wild, but the quantity of data that archive needs to store is fuckoff crazy. I’m talking “more than the library of congress” crazy. The only reason it doesn’t require Netflix levels of data serving is that it’s text based rather than video.
AO3 is in the top 300 websites in the world, and the top 100 in the US. It is the number 2 literature website.
Number 2 in the entire world. JSTOR is 20.
It sees about 6 million people a day. About 250k an hour. Each of those people is loading multiple pages, many are running searches that execute on literally hundreds of potential variables per search. The demands involved are astronomical.
JSTOR, btw, makes 85 million dollars a year.
It’s 18 ranks below AO3′s traffic, and takes in 650 times the amount of money.
But let’s say you think that’s an unfair comparison. Would you say that the Project Gutenberg Literature Archival Group- another text based archive that handles literature operating outside traditional copyright requirements- is more similar?
Because it sees all of 4% of the traffic that AO3 handles.
Care to guess its budget?
Double that of AO3.
AO3 is doing shit on the kind of shoestring budget that I fully, 100% cannot comprehend. And that’s just the archival service.
The 130k also pays for the OTW’s legal team, which they use to defend the right of fandom to fucking exist.
It’s absolutely batshit fucked up that people are fighting to have the OTW defunded and AO3 shut down. They are the only organized group that actually stands directly between fandom- all the art and the fics and the vids and the music and the chats and the memes and everything we love about interactive, transformative work- and an incalculable amount of lawsuits.
Can I also add that apart from running a legal team and the best online library around, they also run a free, peer-reviewed academic journal dedicated to fan studies called Transformative Works and Cultures.. They incorporate studies of fandoms from all around the world, and are able to follow very closely with fandom trends. Studies found in TWC are leagues better than those cringey ‘I heard about this fan-dom thing from my teenage niece’ essays.
imagine that he is confused by a frustrated teacher, who starts to complain to him for ignoring the calls from his children's school....and he does it in front of his brothers
Jason was going to kill his brothers. And he might actually succeed this time.
After all, the pair of them were currently too busy laughing at him to be able to have any real defense.
"-and I mean really, Mr. Fenton, is it SO HARD to come to a PTA meeting JUST ONCE?!"
Ah. Right; he had to deal with the instigator/witness first.
"Dude, I have no clue who the fuck you think I am-"
"No-now Jason," Dick spluttered, barely holding himself together in order to speak. "You should re-heh-really watch your language!"
"Yeah- be a better example to your k-kids!" Tim jumped in, making Dick break down wheezing again.
"There are So Many places to hide your bodies!" he growled at them, forgetting about the man in front of them until he feels something all but shoved into his hands.
"Here is the information for the next conference. You had better be there; we really need to talk about Danny. Between the skipping class, the missed assignments, and all of the injuries I have half a mind to contact-"
"Whoa whoa whoa- back up!" Jason snapped, peeling his eyes off of the flyer for the high school his 'kids' apparently went to, "What injuries?!"
"Oh come now, Mr. Fenton," the man rolled his eyes, "Surely you've noticed all the bruises and scratches Danny's had lately? I swear that boy was straight up limping yesterday."
That got his useless brothers to finally shut up, their minds undoubtedly running through the same train of thought he was.
Teenage boy. Absences. Injuries. Hard to reach parents.
He's been in the Principal's office for about half an hour (having been dragged out of the PTA conference for a 'private chat' and gee, wasn't that concerning?) and not only is he managing to piece together quite a bit about the Fenton’s home life, but he thinks he's beginning to understand some of what his 'son' is going through.
Pretty obviously negligent parents, a genius sister that he's constantly being compared to, struggling academically, of course it's a recipe for a broody teenager. Of course Danny is acting out.
He's yet to find out if that's all there is to it, however. They've not brought up Danny’s 'injuries' and it's starting to make him fidgety.
Dick and Tim are still laughing in his ear with everything he says about 'his' Danny. After a particularly pointed jibe about 'fatherly instincts' and 'adoption papers' and 'runs in the family', Jason resolves to take his earpiece out as soon as Ishiyama turns around—and also to loosen all the screws on Tim's skateboard.
There's a knock on the door and the Principal fixes Jason with a flat stare before calling for them to come in.
A small teenager, about Damian’s age but just a little shorter (if that's possible), peeks from behind the door. His shoulders are hunched and his gaze is on the floor, making him look smaller than he really is. Danny.
Jason's been around kids before. Kids in the worst kind of situation—hell, he's been one of them—and he's sworn to never let a child down if he can help it. So he's not surprised by the rush of protectiveness he feels when he looks at Danny, but...
But the size of it, the swell of it, the ferocious, all-consuming want, the need to put himself between this child and whatever he's facing is what surprises Jason. The Pit rolls inside him and he has to swallow hard to fight it down.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Principal Ishiyama, but Dad can't—oh." The boy catches sight of him and freezes.
Well, this has been fun, but the ruse is over now and he best be off before they call the cops. He can catch up with this Danny another time.
Jason's halfway out of his chair when the boy shivers, full body, and locks eyes with Jason, who prepares to book it. But instead, Danny's shoulders relax immediately and he waltzes straight into the room, grinning madly.
"Hi, Dad! I thought you said you couldn't make it?"
No wonder this kid is pinging so hard on his protection radar, it's like he has zero concept of self-preservation. Yeah, sure, kid, let's pretend this stranger is your dad.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, kiddo..." Even his son can't tell the difference? Does Jason have a twin he's not aware of? What’s happening?
Whispers and computer keys clacking come faintly through the earpiece. Looks like Dickie and Timberly are thinking the same thing. He'll leave the comms open for now, see what they come up with.
But Principa Ishiyama's talking again and he's back to playing his role of concerned parent. The boy plays his injuries off as the result of his new hobby, rock climbing. Not quite got the hang of it yet, apparently. Very clumsy, falls a lot.
Jason can tell from the fading yellow bruises creeping along his jaw and under his eye socket that he's not telling the truth, not unless the rocks have grown fists and he's been falling face first into them.
The Principal seems to accept it well enough, so Jason decides to ask Danny later. He'll get to the bottom of it one way or another.
"Thank you again for coming in, Mr. Fenton. I'm glad we could have this talk and I hope we won't have to have another one."
Jason stands up to shake her hand.
"Yes, thank you, Principal Ishiyama, it's been very enlightening. You can rest assured that Danny and I will be having words. We'll get to the bottom of this."
There's Tim and Dick again, sniggering like schoolchildren. He needs an Oscar after this performance. Or at least some sort of medal after fighting so hard not to roll his eyes.
Danny's quiet as they make they're way out of the building and it's only when they're in the car park that he tenses again and looks over Jason with a weary eye.
"Thanks for that, Amorpho. You did me a solid, but you know I can't have you running around outside, not after last time." He rifles around in his backpack and pulls out a busted old thermos that looks like its been used as a football one too many times. "Are you going to come quietly or do you need to be souped?"
"Uh..." This is not what Jason expected to happen. Jason's not a hundred percent sure what's happening, to be honest.
"Also, come on, are you losing your touch? There's no way Dad's that buff, he hits the fudge not the gym. And I don't even remember the last time I saw Dad without his jumpsuit on."
Danny stops and looks at him again, squinting up at him through tired eyes. "You're not Amorpho. And you're certainly not my dad. I'm sorry, what's happening?"
It was at that moment Skulker decided to show up. Of course there’s the whole “Ghost child! I will have your pelt! Look at my cool new weapon!” spiel. Jason is immediately like “Must protect child.” Where as Danny is far too tired and just instantly soups him.
Everyone is freaking the fuck out. Like:
“What the hell was that?!”
“How am I supposed to know????”
“Because you’re a fucking know-it-all!”
“It’s a ghost.”
Stops and stares at Danny. He shrugs and stuffs the thermos back into his bag. Then he just leaves cause fuck this, he’s going home to take a nap and maybe even get just one of his assignments finished. Does Jason follow him home? Possibly. Idk. -w-
Danny would be preparing to leave and Jason would be like - where do you think you're going?
Danny: home? Where else am I supposed to hopefully sleep for 3 consecutive hours in a day?
And Jason would probably follow while asking sleep-deprived danny (which equals no filter) questions and Danny would rant and Jason would slowly redirect a stumbling Danny toward the hotel he and his brothers were staying at and Danny wouldn't notice bc by the time they got there he's asleep on his feet and muttering how he wishes his parents would stop trying to kill him when he's trying to keep people from dying, before collapsing face first onto the bed that Jason's brothers had cleared and being dead to the world.
Jason: you got that right?
Tim, on his computer: and cataloging it as evidence for emergency fostercare
Dick, practicing Bruce's signature on a napkin: as soon as I can figure out how he does his fancy ass 'W' I'll have the official papers ready to go
Jason, having already bugged Danny's phone and thermos before putting them back (just in case): great. I'll pack the car. Be ready to go in an hour. I dont think he's waking up anytime soon, but keep an eye on him anyways
Jazz finds them just before they take off with Danny and she’s like, “No you don’t! I’ve been working on a case to get custody of him! And I will not allow another rich guy to swoop in and snatch him away from me again!!!”
So now instead of taking only Danny they steal Jazz too. They also help her finalize her case and get the paperwork officially signed and pushed through. They set the two siblings up with an apartment on the nicer side of town. Jazz gets a part time job and full ride scholarships for the entirety of her college career. Danny is transferred to Gotham Academy. Jazz and the batfam are in the middle of assembling the brand new furniture for Danny and Jazz’s new apartment when Danny finally wakes up.
He’s bleary eyed and looking for coffee. He definitely doesn’t notice the sudden change in environment or the added extra company. He goes into the kitchen for coffee. Once acquired he notices all the extra people as well as the new apartment.
“How long was I out?” Danny is very concerned that he had been in a coma for several days or weeks for this big of a change to happen without his notice.
“Six hours. A new record for you actually.” Jazz explains as she helps put their new coffee table together.
“I think I’m going to need more coffee to deal with this.”
How long do you think they keep this from Bruce? Like no one tells him or they forget to tell him. He just assumes that these Jazz and Danny are new friends that he doesn’t have to worry about. They’re just civilians after all.
And its good for his kids to have civilian friends. Its important to learn to have fun away from missions, some nice safe hobbies. Like video games, swimming, going to the mall
Meanwhile his kids and jazz and Danny are comparing weapons, tactics, enemies and various strategies. Sparring, training, showing off, fighting together, etc..... yes Bruce... such good civilian friends they have....
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I feel like it would be one of those things they forgot to tell him....
It would come out over dinner. Mostly bc they'd be talking missions and comparing etc. At first Bruce thinks he missed some of the conversation. He must have! Obviously they're talking about a new game.
But then they invite them to see the batcave
And he flips bc they're civilians!! You don't tell civilians! And they're not even training to be vigilantes or part of the family and-
All the batkids just look at each other and whisper: we forgot to tell Bruce
Tim: [head crashes into the table and gestures vaguely to Dick] this is your fault
Dick: [nervous laughter] soooo...Bruce! Meet the kids you almost adopted!
Tim: you mean *Jason* almost adopted
Bruce [blue screens]
Jason: You helped!!
And it all descends from there into the usual bickering and chaos
Danny and Jazz dont know what happened but Alfred brings desert so they figure they can ignore it for now
After how many years I’m back. God, 2015 Flash fandom seems like three decades ago and maybe also yesterday.
Now I’m batfam trash since Jason Todd got me like two years ago. Then I started to just collect everyone. I have the posters to prove it.
girlboss gf :
love stocks are UP singleness stocks are DOWN you are EXCEEDING romance expectations! i am giving you a positive performance review because frankly I'm too scared to do anything else
Assuming that little time has passed between the appearance of Batman and Robin, and Superman is slightly younger than Bruce, then it is possible that Dick has been a hero longer than Superman
Can you imagine how stressful this is for Clarke? You are talking to a child who is up to your waist, and this turns into:
Superman: Robin, you can't participate in League missions, you're too young.
Dick Grayson, 14: How long have you been a hero?
Superman, frowning: 4 years.
Dick Grayson with a devilish smile, who has been a hero for 5 years: Weren't you taught to listen to older colleagues?
Jason Todd is my favorite blorbo so far, he's so fun to mess around and stuff with headcanons.
can his eyes glow? that's possible. is his skin cold like a dead person? you can do that. do cats hiss at his presence? it's possible. does he have super strength? kinda canon in fact. can he sneak up on people and despite being 6ft5 and 200 pounds of muscle he still manages to scare them out of their skin? wonderful. does the lamp flicker when he enters a room? yeah. is there a translucent little boy in a yellow cape always following him around? yep. does the room temperature drop by a significant amount when he's ticked off but is hiding it? highly possible.
All of this is canon now, everybody go home to write fics.
I need to write the first time Bruce glimpse Ghost!Robin and freaks the hell out.
I dream of Ghost!Robin mouthing to Bruce “He is me, you asshole” when he is being even a little mean to Jason.
Oh, oh!!
When Jason is ticked but hidding it and the room temperature go down Ghost!Robin is way more nitid and when he is really pissed and barely controlling his rage Ghost!Robin is almost tangible.
If Ghost!Robin try to hit anyone they`ll not feel it, but the next time they go to sleep they will get the bruises overnight.
Jason hates to be seen on Apr 27 `cause for that whole day Ghost!Robin looks like he`s being beat up little by little until he resets and it starts all over again.
Jason Todd, by way of being A Nice Young Man, gets suckered into escorting his elderly neighbour to her bi-weekly bingo game.
After a few months attending bingo (during which time he accidentally charms and befriends every single old person within a 30-block radius of his apartment), he becomes enough of a fixture there that he somehow ends up calling the numbers on Wednesdays.
#it’s a mixed blessing when he’s scuffed up from patrol#because he gets a lot more baked goods#but also a lot more cheek kisses and hair musses and lectures#he also gets a LOT of blind-date offers. ‘you know i have this darling granddaughter-’#‘aww that’s real sweet of you gloria. but-’#‘I ALSO have a darling grandson if that’s more to your taste…’#‘TH-THANK YOU ANYWAY MA'AM’#save jason from the elderly 2016#bruce notices jay is never around mondays and wednesdays#but assumes it’s for something DUBIOUSLY LEGAL#never dreaming that jason is eating snickerdoodles and getting dinner invites and having his biceps admired by lil old ladies
damian is def the one that finds him and ends up getting roped into joining
“oh jason you didnt tell us you have such a cute little brother!!!” “im not his br–” “i have several cats i need help taking care of. would you be a kind young man and help” “……………….yes of course ma'am i would love to”
Soo... Remember those dark times in DC Comics history called 'Battle for the Cowl'? Where a pit-mad-crazy Bat!Jay 'asked' Tim nicely to be 'his' Robin?
Well... headcanon: What if timbers actually said 'YES'??
I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad
I recognize the angst and drama of “What if Tim Drake’s biological father is actually Bruce Wayne?” and I raise you the drama and comedy of “What if Tim’s bio dad is actually Ra’s al Ghul?”
The Drake’s amateur archeology dig is messing up the local ecology somehow and Ra’s shows up plotting murder but Janet, annoyed with Jack for various reasons, leans into “Well hello handsome fellow businessman, you say you have a proposal for how our dig can be more environmentally friendly? Perhaps we can discuss this over an extremely expensive dinner?”
Would Ra’s keep half an eye on his hook-ups in case it results in a potential body donor? Does Talia keep an eye out for potential rivals? Do neither of them bother? Have they known the whole time or do they figure it out after Tim becomes Robin?
I’m honestly not sure how much of the “Talia set Jason up to go after Tim” is fan speculation versus canon, but since she didn’t seem to know about the consciousness transfer plans until the last minute, I could see her wanting Tim dead at first, and then wanting him alive to redirect Ra’s away from Damian.
Tim refuses to let Bruce or Jason give him any crap about his dating life, and will remind them that they both slept with his sister if they try. Steph finds this hysterical.
If Tim can get over the repeated murder attempts to work with Jason & Damian and have a brotherly relationship with them, then he can definitely have the same dynamic with Talia, if she’s interested. Talia & Tim teaming up to take down Ra’s or just going on jetsetter sibling bonding trips in their down time both have fun potential. The two of them striding through some sunny local with matching designer shades is Very Good.
Potential plot: Ra’s sues Bruce for custody. Or sues Jack, depending on the timing. I doubt you can get custody of a kid who’s already emancipated so it probably wouldn’t be after the whole “Ra’s kicks Tim out a skyscraper window” incident.
All of Tim’s friends debate whether Bruce, Jack, or Ra’s should be gifted the “World’s Worst Father” mug.
The fact that the Drakes didnt always live next door to Bruce, but they bought the mansion because Alfred suggested it, is not nearly used enough in fandom.
Like pls can you imagine 13yo recently appointed Robin Tim moving into this big house and just start exploring it because hey what else is he supposed to do?
Someone had to have lived there before, someone had it build, and this is Gotham we are talking about, you know there is 75% probability it was some villain/rich bastard guy.
What I am saying is Tim definitely finds like some hidden room, maybe a hidden entry to Gotham’s underground system or old caves. (Maybe some hidden room of a secret society? One never knows).
Tim a baby genius but also dumb as a rock “Oh B might want me to build my own Batcave! Makes total sense yeah!”
And he never mentions it because come on is so obvious.
Years later the cave gets compromised and everyone is panicking about where will they set HQ for now and Tim just “Oh! We can use my cave”
