#jayrena

[shmooseee]

some more commissions!

jayrena for @/arrowite on insta and a silly jason for @/balfeem

[silverscorpio21]

‘Cannot biologically get pregnant’ x ‘will get their partner pregnant if it’s the last thing they do’ is peak ship dynamic and also somehow the dynamic of every single good Batfamily ship ever

[arsonsketch]

Some self indulgent art of Jason reading some of my favorite books of all time at roughly the same ages as me irl. PJO: The Last Olympian was my favorite book from middle school to early high school. LOTR: The Fellowship the Ring was my favorite in late high school. Sunrise on the Reaping obviously is the most recent one in my 20’s haha.

Also I wrote a fic if anyone is interested, link here and announcement under the cut. \/

[carnicer01]

[glitter-stained]

Jason flirting using lines and strategies from his favourite romance books. Except he doesn't use lines from Austen novels, because those are his feel good, idealistic romance stories that could never happen in real life because people don't get that kind of fancy love. You know what Jason bases his perception of his own romance on? Gothic romance. Shit like wuthering Heights. Jane Eyre. It's not realistic unless someone dies.

Jason: Be with me always -take any form- drive me mad!

Rose: does that mean you want me to carry on pegging you or-

****

Jason: *slips picture of Dick's friendgroup under the door with a little note scribbled on the back:* reader, I married him.

Dick: ...which one? Oh my god Jason which one? Get back here and tell it to my escrima sticks you coward!

****

Jason: whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same

Kyle: how insulting

****

Jason: if I ever die, would you lie in bed with me as I feel my forces leave me?

Rena: I will stay with you until you fall asleep.

[s-darling-art]

“You don’t have to look so gooney-moony about it, Jase!”

“I can’t help it, Rena. If this really is love, where’s it been all my life?”

[johnnyanger]

(id in alt!)

butchfemme jayrena for ohkilljoy via @dcforgaza ! requests close on the 21st!

[the-jason-todd-impreganator]

I actually need more of the batfam accidentally being mistaken for parents of each other (respectfully), that's absolutely golden! I keep imagining it with Jason and Tim, and they would either be completely disgusted by it, or go wayyyyy too far and get invested in the timeline and how it could be plausible, and now whoops there's an adoption certificate on Jason's wall hung by a single thumbtack

I'm game.

—

Tim: I can't believe you! I'm not allowed to patrol “your” territory because I didn't finish school?! That's hypocritical to start—

Jason: Don't use air quotations around me, you little s#&$! And I did finish school, I went back after dealing with your punk a&#!

Tim: Oh, my bad, some of us don't revolve our entire new lives around clowns!

Jason: F#-$ YOU!

Tim, getting his grapple out: MY BOYFRIEND DOES EVERY NIGHT AND I HOPE YOU THINK ABOUT THAT AS YOU LIE ALONE TONIGHT IN BED WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR BATMAN BUILD A BEAR THAT PLAYS THAT GARBAGE THEME SONG TO KEEP YOU COMPANY!

Jason: I HOPE YOUR BOYFRIEND LEAVES YOU FOR ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR SIBLINGS LIKE SPOILER DID!

Tim, flipping him off as he leaves:

Jason: AND USE PROTECTION!

Jason:

Random goon:

Jason: Sup.

—

Random goon #1: I think that Red Robin might be Red Hood's son..?

Good #2: No way, boss? He'd never abandon his own kid!

Goon #1: What if he had no choice?!

Jason: The f#-$ is goin' on 'ere?

Goon #1:

Goon #2: Is Red Robin your secret son?

Jason:

Jason: Yes.

—

Jason, dragging a screaming Tim by his cape: YOU CAN'T STAY OUT ALL NIGHT! AND TO A DRUG BUST?! ALONE?! You're basically asking for the Robin II treatment.

Tim: Robin II treatment? Seriously?!

Jason: Yep, happened to Robin four. Now go home!

Tim: No can do, I have to collect more information on a gang operating an illegal pug trafficking business.

Jason: . . . A what?

Tim: My exact thought. Now LET ME GO!

Jason: NO! LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER!

Tim: !?!? You're NOT MY DAD!?!?

Jason: AM TO, I GAVE BIRTH TO YOU!

Tim: YOU WERE LIKE FOUR WHEN I WAS BORN!?

Jason: DON'T INVALIDATE MY TRAUMA, YOUNG MAN!

His goons, watching from afar with growing concern:

—

Jason: It's just like he doesn't respect me, and after all I've done...

Goon: I hear ya boss, they just reach that age where they think they know better, wanna challenge us, 'hat's all.

Jason: I'm just so worried about him...

—

Jason, dangling Tim over the side of a roof: SAY YOU'RE SORRY OR I'LL DROP YOU!

Tim: DROP ME! DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR!!!

—

Bruce: Tim, you can't modify the Batmobile to play "Good Luck, Babe" anytime Clark and I are in it together.

Tim: Hm. Sorry. I'll have to ask my Dad his opinion on the matter.

Bruce:

Bruce: Tim, I know the hallucinations seem real, and we all wanna lean into them from time to time—

Dick: Especially when they tell you it's all your fault and you should've tried harder to avenge them!

Bruce: Yes, yes, especially then.

Tim: . . . What?

—

Tim, walking in in the middle of one of Jason's meetings: Dad.

Jason:

Jason: Red wtf I'm in the middle of a meeting.

Tim: Dad.

Jason, sighing heavily:

Jason: What?

Tim: I threw up :(

Jason:

Tim: :(

*later*

Tim: You owe me so much for that.

Jason: I know, but I really didn't wanna deal with that meeting. Leavin' it to my lieutenants is way easier.

—

Tim, making out with Bernard in costume:

Jason: RED RED HOOD ROBIN THE THIRD STOP SUCKING FACE WITH CIVILIANS!

Tim, flipping him off: F#-# YOU, DAD!

Bernard: . . . I thought Batman was your Dad???

Tim: uh . . . Red Hood birthed me and couldn't care for me so Batman got legal rights later on. No relation. Family dinners are awkward.

Bernard, trying not to laugh: Tim—

Tim: Shhhh... Now kiss me more.

Bernard: Yes, please.

Jason: RED!!!!

—

Jason: Wait, who'd be your Mom?

Tim: . . . Rena?

Jason: Hell yeah, I'd let Rena get me pregnant any day.

Rena, passing by: Always trying~

Jason: Gods, what a women.

Tim:

Tim: I think you need an MRI...

—

Bruce, coming back after faking his death for the seventh time: What happened?

Jason, pinning Tim's adoption certificate to the wall with a thumbtack: I'm a Father now.

Bruce: Jason Peter Todd, sign rights to your brother back right now.

Jason: No can do, old man. He's now my son

Tim: Did you know that Bruce has ten life insurance policies out on all of us in the case we die???

Jason:

Dick: You what?

Damian: Baba?!

Jason: How much money did you get from me?!

Bruce: I stopped the life insurance policies, those were Alfred's idea, he has twenty-three out on me—

Jason: HOW MUCH!?

Tim: If I die he would've gotten 500,000 altogether.

Jason: Woah, wait, can I take life insurance policies out on you?

Tim: I mean...

Dick: Can we take life insurance policies out on each other!?

Damian: Wait, do we get to keep the money if we come back to life?

Bruce: . . . I got to keep Jason's?

Tim: Infinite money hack!?

Bruce: What? No. No!

Jason: Tim is my son now. I need ten life insurance policies out on him.

Tim: Only if I can take ten out on you, then we fake our deaths and collect.

Dick: I want in on this.

Bruce: Kids, no, I have money! I will give you money!