Sincerest apologies I have not been updating this blog a huge amount the past year, with the comic magazines popping up on ebay and realizing some of the scans posted on the old lady lovely locks forums came from them. I'm about to have a lot of free time January and February due to having surgery so I will be out of work, and I want to go back through the site and see if I missed anything. There were definitely forum discussions I didn't fully go through, so some things maybe hiding in plain site! Also plan to go through onlyshojo again
I also said awhile back I planned on an archive website, but at this point it might just have to be a google drive. Its been very crazy how many messages Ive received from people thanking me for this blog and this is seemingly the only place online thats easy to find archives that isn't just the tv series! I just hope I can keep it more accessible and also help spark interest again in this age of rebooting everything... lol
Thank you all very much and lets make 2025 magical🩷🩷🩷🩷
If Jason was smart, he would have plopped into bed and dealt with everything tomorrow. Instead as soon as he'd shooed everyone out he'd beelined for a mirror and took in his new appearance.
It was shocking how much his new face both looked like him and nothing like him at the same time. His clay/porcelain 'skin' (visible between the almost unnaturally black metal pieces) was too grey, making it look bloodless and pale. The white streak in his 'hair' was gone, with said hair being made of monofilament black wires. and in the middle of his forehead was a red gem that he now knew was the physical manifestation of his soul.
And if he had to be honest he was very uncomfortable with his soul being on display, but it wasn't like there was much he could do about it. Not to mention it was on a long laundry list of other things he was uncomfortable with.
But the shape of his face...it was his. It was the same shape it had been since he's crawled out of the pit. The same bend of his nose, same cheekbones, even his same eyes. And the wires moved just like his hair had. If he looked at his hands he'd assume he was just wearing armored gloves, except he could feel through them. He was so alien and so himself it was vertigo inducing.
He could feel too. He'd felt the wind Dick had brought with him, both the storm blast and more gentle caress it had become. It felt important, even if his didn't know why. In the time after his second resurrection he's already had a cup of other worldly tea he'd being able to taste and consume and a hug from Bruce (and shouldn't that have been the biggest shock of them all).
But it was the feeling of the wind Hurricane Dick had brought with him that stuck in his mind. Maybe it had been because he was in too much shock when he'd drunk the tea, or that the hugs had been big things. But wind felt like it should be much more delicate. And he'd still felt it. Even thought his new body was clay and metal, he could still feel the wind across his skin. It was grounding, in a way. He wasn't a robot the way Cyborg was. His body was artificial, but still felt alive.
Fuck. How was he supposed to talk to his crew looking like this. Sure his helmet would hide his face, but his inner circle would at least be suspicious if he never took it off when they knew what he looked like. Especially if he was suddenly sporting a new metal armored look in place of his usual jacket and black bodysuit. How could he convince them he was him and not some android clone thing...?
He felt magic, almost like when he summoned the All Blades, but it seemed to originate from within him rather than something he was grasping for. He barely had enough time to glance back into the mirror before he saw the magic wash over him and he was himself again. Fully human, white streak and all.
What. The. Fuck?
He ran his hand over his forehead, trying to feel his soulgem through the illusion. Nothing. Was this shapeshifting, like Replacement did? And Illusion that was meant to trick his own mind?
You know what? He didn't care. He wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon, so might as well catch some fresh air.
With his signature helmet on his head he was soon he was on his bike roaring down the streets of Gotham. Now that he'd felt the magic, his magic, activate, he could feel it inside of him. So he knew he hadn't simply gone back to 'normal'. Life was rarely so convenient anyways.
His musings were cut short when he saw a hand grab someone out of the corner of his eye. He slammed on the brakes and was off the bike in the time of a single breath. And apparently either this illusion was really good if not a shapeshift because he could hear blood he didn't currently have pounding in his ears when he saw who had grabbed scrawny kid into an alleyway.
Professor Pyg.
There was a van parked there and he could see more people bound in the back. Eyes terrified as they stared at the Dollotrons and knew that was what Pyg wanted to turn them into.
He snapped back to the present at the sound of Pyg's nose breaking through his mask, not even realizing he'd punched him until after it had happened.
"Run," Hood ordered the kid, and couldn't help a bit of pride as the kid glanced to the van instead of fleeing immediately. "I got them. Go."
Dollotrons were usually hard opponents. They felt little to no pain and being nearly mildness meant they couldn't be talked down or intimidated. Except apparently they could.
Jason could see the fear in their body language. Hesitant steps back as he approached. No attempts to get any closer him, despite Pyg screaming orders to grab him. The people in the van fled as he tore their restraints with his bare hands as though it were silly string.
They were at least unharmed aside from cuts and bruised from their apprehension. If Ketchup hadn't tried to erase him tonight, he'd likely still have been asleep. He'd never had known until it was too late to save most if any of them.
Realizing his Dollotrons weren't obeying, Pyg decided to try the direct approach. Jason didn't know if his new body was cleaver proof, but he didn't have to find out as the mad surgeon tripped and landed face first on the pavement, his ankle at a weird angle and his cleaver clanging off to the side.
Jason kicked the cleaver away and then realized what had happened was the pavement had grabbed Pyg's foot and was still holding on.
"He grabbed the others while we were out of town" He heard B's voice over the coms. "That's why I didn't know until he'd grabbed the last victim. I'm making sure the people you saved get away safely, as well as getting any treatment they need."
Getting pulled into Creation must have messed with Bruce's Gotham-sense a little. But he couldn't deny something eased in his chest at the knowledge that Bruce was aware of things happening to the people of Crime Alley and could intervene, even remotely.
"No!" Pyg bemoaned. "I was going to make them perfect! You've ruined their chance to be more than they were."
Jason saw red (at least it wasn't green?) and could feel his power thrumming inside him. The man, this thing, in front of him had come here to steal and torture Jason's people and thought he was doing them a favor. Almost as a reflex he aimed his arm to point at the man before him and felt his magic running through his arm and focusing on his palm.
This ended now. He'd didn't care what Bruce said He cared so much, Men like this could never be allowed to hurt anyone else ever again. He had to protect them. No one else would become a Dolloton ever again. But Bruce had to know what Jason was doing and hadn't stopped him. Was this permission, or did he actually trust him. Jason yanked his arm away, a soft glow in his palm the only warning before a bolt of red and black light burst out and hit the van, exploding it with more force than should have been possible.
Hooooooly Shit Jason and Pyg stared at the carnage, while the Dollotrons just stood there. Then Jason turned back to Pyg, helmet hiding his grin, He wasn't going to kill Pyg. Not at this time with his family's love so fresh in his mind. B's grief about his almost death so palpable. But he was more than Jason Todd. He was Red Hood. And Red Hood wasn't nice.
Pyg squealed like, well, like what unread philistines thought he was named after, struggling to back away, but still stuck in the road. His Dad was still holding him down and somehow that warned Jason's heart.
"I'm not going to kill you." He informed Pyg. "No matter how much you deserve it. But I know how much of a revolving door Arkham is, and I'm not letting you get another chance to hurt anyone else ever again. Almost gently he took Pyg's hands in his own. And squeezed.
Pyg howled in pain as Jason shattered every bone in both hands. It wasn't lethal, and he might regain some use in his hand with a lot of time and physical therapy. But they'd never again be able to perform the delicate surgical work that was the lobotomies needed to turn a person into a Dolltron.
There would never be another Scarlet.
His vision blurred and he was only brought back to reality by the thunk of Pyg head slamming into the concrete, rendering the madman unconscious. Holes torn in the mask where Hood's fingers had ripped through.
"You know what? What was I ever worried about?" Jason laughed almost hysterically. "Zombie? Android? No matter what I am, I'm less of a monster than you. The Red Hood is new and improved and if anyone wants to hurt the my people they gotta go through me."
He flung his head up and screamed at the sky. "You hear that you bastard! You hurt my family and I'm the one coming to collect. You gave it your best shot and now I'm coming for you Ketchup Carjack!"
Your headcanons are great! But I miss your fanfics! Do you have any in mind ??
I am really glad you do anon. I do have a bunch of fanfics in mind.
I do miss writing. But ever since I started working, I haven’t had the time. I love my job and it pays well. But my 1 to 2 hour commute is killer. I am usually exhausted when I get home. Plus getting up early just to get to it. I can’t stay up till like 2 like I use to in order to write.
I want to write for a bunch of my au’s
Like Paradox au, Into the Ladyverse au, Partners in Crime au, and Emoticon au.
I have so many ideas, but my schedule leaves me tired.
Thats why I love seeing Pics using those ideas and tagging me in them.
And seeing art of my ideas REALLY makes me want to write.
Then that leaves me the weekend to write. But then there is hanging out with Friends and Family.
My free time and effort in order to write. I might be Able to do some Ml ficlets / drabbles.
But any large scale episode fics are a definite out for now
(I couldn’t even finish my SL au fic for Santa claws)
