#bxmboozled

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harley: jason is my sun

person: dont you mean son like with an o

harley: no i mean sun with a u as in u clearly have never been as proud a parent as i am

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👫 bxmboozled cuz im Lazy

send 👫 and I’ll write some headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

she vaguely knows about talia through talia’s tenure with lexcorp and stuff bruce or damian have said about her in passing; one time she asked jason about her to get a clearer picture and they ended up both deciding that talia should run for president because talia would get shit done

jason got her a leather jacket and she Treasures It even though it still kind of smells like thrift store and cigarettes and something that’s probably some kind of explosive

he’s very??? handsy?? i guess??? idk like i always imagined him being really carefree with putting his arm around her shoulders and stuff like that because he is Gigantic and she is Tiny and he just... gets how that can be comforting to her

i’ve mentioned it before but i’ll bring it up again: jason is the closest batkid to her in age and he’s also the one who has the most similar background/history/experiences so they get along almost uncannily well compared to other members of the batfam

she adores him, she does, and she loves that he’s huggy and stuff, but sometimes he smells like cigarettes when he tosses an arm around her shoulders and it reminds her of A Certain Someone and she can’t help but flinch

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@bxmboozled FLUTTERED THEIR WINGS

Whenever they’re in costume, they give in to dark ideas.  Are they proud of it?  They don’t really know anymore.  They know that they are not a good person, not at heart--  sure, they are KIND to people.  Sure, they can show EMPATHY to people.  Jack tries their best to find people in need, and they try to help them.  Is that enough?  Is that enough?

Some people are criminals, and they always will be.  Criminals can still be family members.  Criminals can still be good to other people.  But those people?  Not them.  Not people necessarily good.  That’s not how this works, is it?

Jack hurts people who hurt others.

Jack is cruel.  Jack pummels people to the ground, BEATS THEM until they are pulp.  Do they think they are good?  A force of good?  No.  Jack knows they are just someone, and that someone simply does what they have designated as right and wrong.  Many people think they are wrong.  Many people think they are right.  

Does it matter?

Morals are a social construct.  Jack can only act upon as THEY have decided as WRONG and RIGHT.

“Do you have any dying wishes?” Jack asks, staring down a man bloody and bruised.  Sometimes people have a change in heart.  Sometimes Jack upholds these wishes--  these wishes are often altruistic, and Jack will honor them.  Maybe they are a SUCKER after all?

Suckers are good people.  Suckers are people who just try to be good, even if they are to be betrayed.

Jack will be the the guardians of these people.  Even if they don't deserve it.  Jack simply cannot leave people behind, forgotten, as if their guardians were simply awful;  their guardians were PEOPLE THAT LOVED THEM--  Jack knows that, even if they never felt it.  It's not something to be taken lightly.  It doesn't matter if those people are criminals.  They will always matter to someone.  Even if they are abusers, drug cartel, rapists--  they are gross, but they mean something to someone, so Jack will always hear them out (it's awful, but they don't know;  no one knows how awful people close to them are).  These people don't deserve it, but their loved ones DO.

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astraost replied to your post:What's your favorite memory of time spent with...

THAT WAS A GOOD MOMENT I REMEMBER THAT……..

The Best moment tbh

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🌟 …someone my muse trusts....... im not saying it should be jason but

get 2 know people in my muse’s life/send a URL and i’ll tell you who applies | accepting!

Haha um well I’m totally saying it’s Jason. @bxmboozled also qualifies for:

🔥…someone my muse would die for.

💀 …someone my muse would kill for.

👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 

😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh.

 aaaaaand even tho idk if Remy would ever admit it:

👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 

[exuviiated]

5 TIMES KISSED >: ) ) ) )

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed (extremely selective)

1.) Boom.

“Robin!” ( There’s no disguising that fear. )Robin comes out of the room, a little singed but no worse for the wear. CanSphinx really be blamed if he grabs him, tight, hugs him tight enough to windhim, kisses him full on the mouth? )

He does all that.2.) This time, it’s Robin’s hand. They’re playing ( in a sense ) on a roof,gravel getting kicked up every time one throws the other, neither are playingas dirty as they necessarily should, or can, and it's—

It’s nice.

Playing with fire gets people burned, though, and Robin endsup smashing his hand into a particularly sharp, large chunk of gravel.

That may or may have not come from Sphinx’s hand.

He stabbed Robin in the hand with a rock and expected theglove to be strong enough to deflect it.

It’s a wanting apology, but he takes Robin’s hand and (mockingly ) kisses it, insults the quality of his gloves, and then gets thehell out of there with blood on his lips.3.) Once Aaron figures out that he can kiss Jason, and it’s not a big deal, andit doesn’t have to incite anything or invite anything, he—

He takes advantage of it. Jason gets back from his patrol,takes off his hood, falls face-first into his bed. Aaron, from the other room,laughs at him—brings him a glass of water. Sets the hood on the bedside tableand sits next to Jason, puts a hand on his shoulder.

It’s been a long night, if he doesn’t put away his thingspromptly. Jason grumbles something into the pillow, which Aaron takes as aninvitation to lay down next to him. It’s just their foreheads touching, at first,coaxing Jason to take his face out of the pillow and look at him.

“There’s Chinese in the fridge.”

“Thanks.” He sounds so tired. Smells like sweat, too.Regardless, Aaron pecks his cheek once he finally turns his head.

“Mmhmm. You can thank me after you take a shower.” His grin:impish. And then severely less impish as Jason pushes him off the bed.

“Good luck on that.”4.) Jason’s sitting and cleaning a long cut on his arm– looks like he washolding someone by the neck and they thought that slicing him from the shoulderto the elbow could dislodge his grip.

Judging by the blood on his jacket ( the breast and the arm )and the ruined arm, Aaron considers himself right. He comes up behind Jason– “’night.” ( So he doesn’t punch him in the gut for coming up behindhim. ) and leans over him, bare skin to bare skin, and kisses him on thecheek– puts his hand over Jason’s free one. Guides it down to his leg, tanglestheir fingers together and feels that same rush of happiness when Jason doesn’ttry to pull his hand away. “Want me to clean and bandage your arm? You cantell me what happened as I do.”

Which makes it less of an offer and more of an order, and Aaron has the feeling Jason’s grateful to him for that.

5.) Aaron’s the one that’s hurt, this time, it’s also a lotmore serious than a gouge that can be fixed with judicious application of bandages.

It’s his lung, and it’s probably collapsed, and there reallyisn’t much he can focus on besides it hurts. It hurts. A lot, and Jason’skneeling over him ( Hood, his mind corrects ) and things… fade.

He wakes up in the shower, which isn’t a strange occurrence,really, except now he’s wrapped up in so many bandages that he looks like a mummytorso-wise and the water isn’t going.

“Awake?”

( Tense, almost angry, and Aaron knows that’s just Jasonbeing worried. He’s had enough time to figure it out. )

“I’m awake. Did you put me in the shower so I wouldn’t bleedon the floor?”

Jason helps him up. Nods. Aaron halfway-purposefully fallsinto him so he has to hold him up, wraps his arms around Jason in a hug, feelsJason’s lips connect with his forehead. He tilts his head up so he can kisshim, properly, even though here and now isn’t the best place.

“Can I have some painkiller? Please.” Mumbled, up againstJason’s lips.  

[exuviiated]

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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:  

italic: sidekick au!bold: mainverse!strikethrough: plainclothes jason :)

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex || underage!!!!!!

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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@bxmboozled || “I trust you." because i couldn’t leave it at just one meme response.

      It’s quiet, and it gives Tim’s hands pause where they hover over Jason’s shoulder. He’s digging out a bullet, because the asshole couldn’t be responsible and go to a professional, he had to put that responsibility on Tim- and neither of them has really said much since Tim started, at least until Tim pulled the little scrap of metal out and couldn’t resist a this is going to scar, why didn’t you go to someone with training. 

      He had been ready for a snarky reply, for some sharp banter -- not that. 

      “...Do you,” he replies, voice a little too quiet, fingertips a little slow as he presses a gauze pad to the wound. Jason doesn’t move, doesn’t turn to acknowledge the change in Tim’s demeanor, but he doesn’t say anything either -- not until Tim has finished stitching up the hole, taped a fresh pad of gauze over the whole thing. 

      But Jason has broken into his apartment -- his home -- and he asked Tim to do this for him, not out of necessity but -- because he saw Tim as an option. This deserves a response, and Tim can’t just leave it hanging. His hands hover over Jason’s shoulder, but he finally speaks up. 

      “... I trust you, too,” he says, at length.