I recently learned that Jason’s favorite color is Green—or at least was green pre-death. So what if it still is green? But since half his persona is red hood, the color red has grown on him too.
So picture this. Christmas season comes and Jason doesn’t even have to decorate his apartment if he doesn’t want to. The primary decor colors in his apartment are already green and red.
[The door opens. Jason steps aside with a smug grin as his brothers walk into his apartment]
Dick, stopping in the doorway: …Wow
Tim, blinking hard: Did… did Santa Claus vomit in here?
Damian, scanning the room like he’s in a crime scene: Drake is correct. This looks like Claus himself expired here
Jason, frowning: What are you talking about? It looks great
Dick, walking farther in, staring at the living room: Jason… your couch is Evergreen. Your carpet is wine red. Your pillows are—oh, look at that—red and green plaid
Tim, pointing at the lamp: Even your lamp has a red base with a mint green shade
Jason, shrugging, smug: And? Red and green are solid colors. Classic. Masculine. Bold
Tim, deadpanning: Bold is one word. Festively cursed is another
Dick, with a cheshire grin: You know, if you added a tree in the corner, you wouldn’t even have to decorate. You’re already living inside a Hallmark movie!
Jason, grinning wider: And yet you’re all still standing in my Hallmark movie, shoes off, and eating up the vibes
Damian, arms crossed: Correction—enduring the vibes
Tim, eyeing a green throw blanket with red stitching: I feel like if I sit down, Mariah Carey will just… materialize
Dick, laughs, flopping onto the couch: Don’t tempt fate, Tim. Jason probably has her on speed dial
Jason, dead serious: First of all, if I did have Mariah Carey on speed dial, I’d be bragging way more. Second, you all sound jealous
Damian: Of what? Your crime against interior design?
Jason, smirking: Of my commitment. Half of you don’t even know what your favorite color is
Tim, grins, leaning against the counter: Maybe… But I know Bruce’s is “darkness”
Dick: Nah, it’s “brooding gray”
Jason, snorts: Exactly. Meanwhile, I’ve got a theme. A palette. A brand
Damian, scowling: Congratulations. You are a Target holiday aisle
Dick, patting the couch: Yeah, but… kinda cozy tho
Tim, reluctantly nodding: …Okay, I hate to admit it, but he’s right
[Jason, smug as he can be]
Damian, muttering curses: If I start humming carols against my will, I’m going back to Nanda Parbat
— || Here’s an opposing take: if Jason despised the color green || —
