#catherine todd

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Jason Todd and promises PART 1

[arsonsketch]

Scrapbook Memories

Look I try to draw happy scenes but they all inevitably become angsty lol, this is based on the idea that Jason lost some memories after his resurrection.

[ashoss]

that’s life!

references:

puppet + pauper are batman #408

pirate is from diplomats son, right when jason goes to talk to felipe

pawn is from aditf ofc

king is from utrh when he’s talking to black mask

and then up (bruce) and down (catherine) and over (sheila) and out (talia)

also yes that’s a hamlet reference

i was originally going to do him crawling out of his grave for “flat on my face” but .. idk i just didn’t. i should’ve done it tho. whatever

[va-nnahs]

Unresolved trauma

under the cut is the original one

[11thsense]

The dead surround the living

[robs-your-robins]

I'm sick to my teeth of people standing on the "Jason didn't listen to Bruce" or "Jason was the angry Robin" business in order to blame Jason for his own murder when the clear cut fact is that kid, that 15 year old kid, just wanted his mom. He was angry. Why wouldn't he be? Babs had been shot without any justice in his eyes. His entire life before Batman was an entire lie. The woman he had loved wasn't his mom. He didn't listen to Bruce? Do you know why? Because he wanted nothing more than a second chance at having a mom. After watching Catherine struggle and die of addiction, after losing her and being unable to save her after caring for her most his life, she was just gone. He just wanted his mom, he wanted a chance to be loved. He was just a kid who wanted his mom. It's not his fault she was a bitch who gave him up to The Joker.

Jason was just a kid who wanted his mom. That's why he died.

[prlssprfctn]

Don't think about little Jason Todd, who was curling in his sleep around Catherine, who was passed out, when he could. Don't think about a freshly orphaned Jason Todd, who kept curling in a little ball, trying to warm himself. Definitely don't imagine him doing the same in the Wayne Manor, except this time he curled around pillow or a small Nightwing plush his brother gifted him. And definitely don't imagine Talia searching for little Damian frantically, only to find Jason, curling around a toddler in his restless dreams. And maybe don't imagine Jason continuing to do the same in the solitude of his apartment, despite being all strong and huge.

Just don't.

[hon3y0logy]

The Little Things || Jason Todd x Reader

Angst + Fluff (inspired by this TikTok)

Jason’s life wasn’t all that bad. He cherishes the little moments of happiness he had.

Many people look at Jason and get this overwhelming feeling of sorrow for the boy. They see a boy who was unlucky his entire life.

Someone who grew up poor, lost his mother to drugs, and his father to prison. He had a streak of luck with being adopted, but that did not last long, for his life was taken at an early age.

He hates the way people look at him with that pitiful expression. Just a boy who drew the short end of the stick in life.

That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Jason’s childhood wasn’t all depressing. There were little moments Jason remembers fondly before his mother became the way she was, before his father ended up behind bars.

He vividly remembered running around and watching cartoons on the TV in the laundromat as his mother washed and folded their clothes.

He remembered his mother scraping together her last few dollars just to take him out for pancakes on his birthday.

Or when his father would show up randomly with brand-new books and a slightly used Game Boy. He remembers the disapproving look his mother gave his father, only for his father to shrug, saying, “He’s just a kid. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt ’em.”

He remembers becoming so fascinated with cars, spending his summer days outside with his dad, working on his mom’s car after it broke down for the hundredth time.

Asking his mom for a quarter just so he could go to the gumball machine and win a plastic toy that he cherished and never let go of.

Coming home with his report card full of A’s, then being rewarded with breakfast for dinner and a movie his mother rented, only to fall asleep in her arms.

When his parents would work things out, just for a little while, making it seem like they were an actual family. Even if it was only for a little while, it felt nice.

Or when he’d play out on the street with the other neighborhood kids, running after the ice cream truck with the dollar he got from his dad.

One of his last memories of his mother was when he used to take care of her after what she called her “medicine time.” He knew what she was doing but he said nothing. If he would’ve told anyone else this, they’d say she was a sick, selfish woman, but he didn’t blame her. She too had a hard life. Jason was unfortunately mature for his age. He took care of his mother with pride. She was the one who sacrificed everything to make sure he had a smile on his face, to make sure he went to school clean and fed. Maybe not in the newest clothes but they were new to him because his mother bought them just for him and he would always love her for that.

Jason wasn’t a stranger to struggling. He knew he was poor, but that never stopped him from being optimistic and cherishing the little things in life. He held onto those memories with a tight grip. Some people would choose to forget them after coming up in life, but not Jason. He may have struggled, but that made him who he was. He’s not ashamed of his past.

Which brings him to now.

It was 2:45 in the morning, and you stood over the stove in a big T-shirt and socks, cooking breakfast for dinner. Jason admired you from afar as memories of his mother’s smile appeared in his mind. He missed her dearly.

“Ya’ know, she woulda’ loved you.”

You perked up, hearing him speak. “Who, dear?” you questioned with a smile.

He pushed off the counter behind you, coming closer. “My mother.”

You paused for a second. He rarely talked about her. He’d only ever told you she passed from a drug overdose, never going into much detail. But little by little, as time passed, he opened up more.

“Really? What was she like?”

“Strong,” he answered, as if he were reminiscing on old memories. “She was a strong woman who worked her ass off. She gave me everything she had. Some nights she’d go to sleep hungry just to feed me.”

He said it not like it was something sad, but something he wasn’t ashamed of.

“We used to have nights like this. She’d make me breakfast for dinner, and we’d sit on our fire escape and watch the world below us. We used to play this game where we’d list off the things we’d do if we had a million dollars—”

He paused for a second. He blinked rapidly, as if he were trying not to cry. You didn’t dare point it out, afraid he’d retreat back into himself.

“She’d, um…” He let out a dry chuckle, holding back tears. “She’d tell me she’d take me far away, buy us a house on a big field, and we’d live happily ever after.”

Jason sniffled as he aggressively rubbed his eyes, not wanting to cry in front of you. Immediately, your eyes became watery. You turned off the stove and engulfed him in a big hug.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, holding you tight. Even though you were smaller than him, he held onto you as if you were his anchor to this world.

The two of you stayed like that for a good minute, rocking back and forth in silence.

“You know it means the world to me when you open up to me. I love hearing stories from your childhood. It makes me feel closer to you.”

Jason chuckled. “Ya’ wanna hear more?”

You perked up from his chest, looking at him with a big smile. “Of course I do.”

After all the pain and suffering Jason had endured, you were a new chapter in his life. Someone he could see himself creating more fond memories with—memories he’d look back on one day with a smile.

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