Bart was the one who came up with the idea. He wanted a way to signify his love for his partners without revealing too much.
Dating known Crime Boss Red Hood, a Superman Clone, & the third Robin at the same time was something you didn’t want to shout from the rooftops after all.
So Bart came up with the brilliant idea that they would each paint their nails with a different shade of red to signify all of them.
Pointer Finger was for Red Robin, Red.
Middle was for Red Hood, Red naturally.
The index for Superboy, Red
And the thumb for Impulse, red.
The ring finger of course was a neutral shade to symbolize their bond together.
Of course the shades would look almost identical to the untrained eye.
And should anyone ask why four superhero’s all had red painted nails, well they could just answer that it was to represent themselves.
Connor jumped at the idea immediately.
Tim had his reservations about revealing identities, but soon crumbled from dualing puppy dog eyes.
Jason raised the biggest fuss over it but was still the first to paint his nails. If he happened to apply the makeup with a full face blush, well that was his business alone.
jaybart is the ideal ship actually because jason is a corny ass romance enjoyer with 0 rizz 0 bitches and 0 self esteem and bart canonically has all the rizz ever and they would make eye contact and bart would go "oh this guys actually pretty cute once he takes off his fuckass helmet" and jason would go OH NO A PRETTY GUY. UHHHHH and bart would literally want to fuck him after a single conversation. because he is a loser, a romantic, and adorable. so there.
i like to think Jaybart dynamics is just like andreil. someone with trust issues, a lot of trauma, looks like can kill and definitely will, met a ginger who looks like a cinnamonroll but can kill and will depending on his mood, who's pretty smart but but can't understand social cues, and also has a lot of trauma, one day they got together and somehow are a green flag couple that can trust in each other without a problem bc have great communication skills
21. “How many more years do you think you’ll live?”
Jason Todd & Bart Allen (thank you so much for requesting this)
"You've died before," Bart says, kicking his legs against the side of the brick building they were both dangling their legs from. Bart kicks his so fast they were blurring and sinking into the brick, as if moving through air.
"So have you," Jason says and exhales like he's pushing out a puff of smoke. The cold Keystone air doesn't help much, it does look like smoke billowing from his mouth. "Why?"
Bart shrugs, but then opens his mouth and tilts his head to the side. He stares off at the horizon, where the sun had long since set. His bouncy auburn hair moves in front of his eyes. "I dunno... Well, I do," he says, his yellow eyes flicking over to Jason for only a moment as they catch the moonlight. "It kind of sucked, right? Like... It wasn't very fun."
"I couldn't tell you," he says, though he's lying. His was peaceful. More often than not he missed it more than he'd ever missed anything. But he didn't want Bart to think his death was worse because he deserved it or something. "I can say I like being back."
"Oh." Bart's brows cinch together and he tilts his head again, a light but freezing breeze blows past them and Jason pulls his leather jacket in around himself. Bart's speed kept him warm for the time being. "When do you think you'll go back?"
"What?"
"Well... How many more years do you think you'll live? I'm worried I don't have a lot left. I have all this time, but nobody to spend it with."
Jason feels floored for a moment, but quickly he grounds himself enough to speak. "I hadn't thought about it like that," he lies. "And what? You have plenty of friends."
"I have friends, yeah." Bart tilts his head from side to side before his legs stop moving suddenly and he's turning to sit cross legged on the building's ledge. He faces Jason now and he can see the stars in Bart's wide eyes. "You're one of them."
"That's good."
"But that's not what I meant." He sighs and looks down at the rough roof of the building. "I'm a speedster so I've got more time than anyone else, but the guy I love isn't. He doesn't. When he dies again he's just... uh. Gone. No speedforce absorption, no lightning rod. Just gone."
"So it's a specific person you want to spend your years with?" Jason asks and his throat feels kind of dry. "You're not talking about me," he says outloud because keeping it inside would be the cause of his second death. It's whispered on his lips.
Bart cocks his head to the side, and that frizzy hair Jason wants to stick his hands into falls in his face. "Who else would I be talking about?"
"Oh." He swallows hard. "Then... I've got as many years left as you do. I promise I'll stick around."
