jason alley

i am very stressed 

so i took Jason Todd

the Red Hood

scourge of Gotham’s underworld

and i covered him in kittens

(it’s actually from a headcanon wherein Tim has a cat and the cat is a demon, but then the cat has kittens and every single one of them latches on to Jason and adores him. he is quickly overwhelmed.

kittens in his boots, kittens in his helmet, kittens in his jacket, and Tim will do nothing to help him he just takes pictures and puts them online.)

Batsis - Thighs

So sorry this took so long!!!

Prompt: I just read your Batsis Headcanons and when it got to the part about Dami saying Batsis could crush his friend with one hand tied behind her back, I couldn’t help but imagine Batsis smiling as she says, “I could crush your thick skull between my thighs.” And as she says this, she slowly drops her smile till she has this slight frown that shows she’s clearly irritated when she’s done. And I can’t get it out of my head and it’s probably a common threat when Batsis is annoyed with her bros.

So Damian is a little but of an asshole in this one, and bullying a deaf child is mentioned. You have been warned!


“Dickie! You need to go grocery shopping! The only thing you have here is stale cereal and expired milk!”

“I don’t want to go shopping! I hate shopping!” Dick shouts from the couch.

“Come on. Let’s go, if you want me to make lasagna and Alfred’s cookies I’m gonna need ingredients”

Immediately his head pops up, “You’ll make cookies?”

You roll your eyes and slip your shoes on, “Yeah, but only if you get your lazy ass up”

“I’m up! I’m up!”

“Yeah, that what I thought”


Once you get to the grocery store, you realize that you probably made a huge mistake. Dick immediately heads to the cereal aisle while you go and get things that you’re gonna need for tonight. Dick comes back to the cart while you’re looking at the fresh basil, and literally dumps 7 different cereal boxes into the cart.

“Are you kidding me right now? Why the hell do you need this much cereal”

At first you really do think that he’s joking, that he’s just trying to make you laugh, but then you take in his confused expression. “Why would I be joking? I’m just getting my usual cereals”

“You have to be kidding me!”

Dick looks as you incredulously, “Promise I’m not.”

“You need to put back, like, 5 of these boxes”

“What?! No!”

“You need a more balanced diet, you can’t just live off of cereal!”

Dick crosses his arms, “I’m not putting any of these back”

Your amused smile drops, turning into a frown, “Yes you are. You’re gonna put some of these cereals back, and pick out some fruits, or I’m going to choke you out with my thighs right here in the grocery store”

Dick deflates, nervously licking his lips, “Can I keep three boxes? Please?”


Dick immediately brightens, “Thanks, Y/N!”

You just wave him away, and turn back to your spices. “Idiot”

Jason is such a pain in the ass. Honestly, why is it so damn hard to get him to come to dinner at the Manor? All you want is for everyone to be in the same house for your birthday, but Jason is making it difficult.

“I don’t want to go to the Manor. Bruce and I aren’t getting along right now”

You keep the pleasant smile on your face as the two of you exit the café where you had gotten together for lunch, “You can’t just put it aside for one night?”


Suddenly you shove Jason into an alley, your smile finally dropping into a slight frown, “You will be at the Manor for my birthday, or I will find you and crush your thick skull between my thighs. Do you understand, little brother?”

Jason pales immediately, “Yeah, Sis. I got it. I’ll be there, promise”

Your smile comes back full force, “Great” you chirp, “Now, lets go for a walk in the park, it’s a beautiful day!”

Jason just nods beside you, still shaken by your threat. Thankfully, he listens and shows up precisely on time for your birthday, and you don’t have to go after him.

You lean against the Bat-computer, facing your second youngest brother, “Timmy, baby bird, you need to go to bed. Alfred says that you’ve been up for like 38 hours now”

“I need to finish this case first. I’ll sleep later”

“No, Tim, you need to sleep now. I know that you have a Board meeting tomorrow, and you need to be in top shape to face them” You reach over and quickly type in your override code, kicking Tim out of the computer and shutting it down.

“Hey! What the hell?!”

“Go to be, sleep for at least 8 hours, and I’ll turn it back on”

Tim looks furious, he jerks out of the chair and grabs his staff, pointing it at you, “Turn it back on, now”

Your eyes widen in surprise, “Are you threatening me, baby bird?”

“Just turn on the damn computer, Y/N”

Your eyes narrow, “Because I know that my little brother, genius that he is, isn’t stupid enough to threaten me”

Tim’s staff wavers, “Just let me finish the case. I’ll go to bed soon”

“I think it’s a little late for that, Timothy. I think that you need to put that staff down, before I show you why I’m the big sister”

He gulps but doesn’t stand down, “I guess we’ll just have to fight then”

Instead of answering you lunge forward, quickly disarming the younger man, and rapping him in a choke hold with your thighs. “You’re lucky that I love you or I’d just crush your thick head. Now, you have two options, 1) You go to bed, no more fussing, or 2) I can choke you out with my thighs and carry your unconscious body to your bed. Which one will it be, little brother?”

“Fine” Tim wheezes, “I’ll go to bed”

Immediately you release him, “I knew that brain was still in there!”

“I hate you”

You just give Tim another smile, “I love you too, baby bird. Now we had an agreement, get to bed”

Tim does a little mock salute, “Yes ma’am!”

“Damian Wayne!”

Damian immediately freezes, his mouth open to shoot another scathing remark at his fellow student, “Hello, Y/N. I didn’t realize you were picking me up today”

“Indeed I am. Now, what was it you were saying about her. That she is deaf and dumb because she needs extra help in order to overcome her disability. I want you to apologize to her right now”

Damian grits his teeth and crosses his arms, he refuses to be embarrassed in front of his fellow classmates. “I only spoke the truth. It is her fault that the teacher has to slow down his lecture. She should go to a school that specializes in her … disability”

“If you don’t apologize right now, I swear to God that I’m going to squeeze you thick skull with my thighs until some God manners come out”

Damian pales, “I apologize for my rude behavior, and for what I said”

The frown never leaves your face, “Now get in the car”

Damian nods. “Yes, Y/N”

You crouch down in front of the younger girl, “I’m sorry for my brother. Me can be rude at times. Please, don’t take what he said to heart”

She sniffles, “He wasn’t wrong. I’m slow the class down, will you tell him I’m sorry?”

“Don’t be sorry for things that are out of your control. Just do the best you can, and don’t let anyone put you down. Understand?” She nods quietly, “Good. Now, I have to go, I will see you around”

You turn back to your car, and to the pouting boy in it. “I didn’t mean for you to see that, Y/N”

“That isn’t an excuse, Damian. I don’t care that you were raise to see any disability as a weakness, you will not bully other people. Am I understood?”


“Good. Now because of your behavior, you won’t be patrolling for the next week. Instead you will be writing an apology letter to that girl”

“What?! You can’t do that!”

“I just did, Damian. I’m very disappointed in your behavior”

Damian freezes, he considers your disappointment more dangerous than your deadly thighs. He hangs his head in shame, right about now he thinks that his skull getting crushed would hurt less than disappointing you. “I’m sorry, Y/N”

“I’m not the one you need to tell that to”

Damian squares his shoulders, “I will do everything in my power to make up for my wrongs. I will not disappoint you again”

“See that you don’t, baby bat”

@arabian-batboy said: Can you write something where Bruce comes across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn’t talk at that time (& because he’s supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it’s just a hallucination and just leaves him?

It had been a long time since Bruce was afraid of ghosts, mostly because they never left him alone. If this one seemed more real than usual, hey, it had been a rough day.

Always was, this time of year. 

April 27th. Bruce liked to think he was getting better— maybe some year he wouldn’t find himself lurking in Crime Alley on today, the anniversary of Jason’s death— but he wasn’t there yet.

It made sense. How was he supposed to forget Jason? That was what it would take, Bruce knew, to leave the guilt behind. Every time Jason crossed his mind, it all came crashing back: the grief and shame and pain in his chest. 

Flashbacks, sometimes. Hallucinations.

He wasn’t particularly surprised to see his dead son lying on the cobblestones. It was bound to happen today. 

Bruce took a deep breath. It was time for another hell ride through his own subconsciousness. What would it be this time?

Older, he thought— this Jason looked older, the age he would be if he had lived. That was normal; Bruce spent a lot of time imagining Jason alive and growing up. This Jason looked like he had been on the street for a long time, and Bruce could explain that too; they’d met on this spot when Jason was young and homeless. Of course he was remembering that day. 

Bruce blinked away the image of Jason, small and defiant, sprinting towards the mouth of the alley with his tire iron. Who hit the Batman with a tire iron? Jason did. Jason was…

Well, Jason was dead. Jason had been extraordinary— brave, bright, explosive, kind— but he was gone, and the illusion on the pavement was just that: an illusion. A memory. Bruce’s mind playing tricks.

The punishment he deserved. He could feel it beginning like it always did, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his fingertips, his chest, rooting him to the stone underneath him until he couldn’t run— not that he should run. He hadn’t saved Jason. The least he could do was feel it.

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Son of Gotham

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

Wet cobblestones.

Wet nose.

Jason swiped his dripping nose.

Damn, wet hand too.

Wet everything.

Wet eyes as well, but that was no matter. Don’t look at the pain, that was his motto. At least, that’s what helped in the street.

He shook raindrops from his leather jacket, wishing dreadfully for a cigarette. Anything to take the edge off (that was also his motto). He lit one, hands numb and chapped.

The city breathed like a sleeping monster. He could feel it, Gotham’s life seeping under his finger nails.

Lots of people thought him crazy, but he knew–KNEW–Gotham was alive. She was thought a cruel mistress, and perhaps was. Gotham never let go. But Jason felt in his bones, like rust and decay, how Gotham ached. Her children worked, fought, died like infernal hands atop a clock. Claws of time.

Jason kicked a loose stone. They were all susceptible to time. They were all susceptible to loss. They were all susceptible to pain.

Gotham most of all.

Sometimes he could hear her crying in the night. A wail in the wind. A frozen sob.

He could hear Gotham.

And shit this car has been following him for a while. Can’t a man in a leather jacket walk in the rain alone without suspicion?

Wait, that mental image was creepy.

Even so, Jason’s hand crept into his holster as he flicked cigarette ash into the night. The car’s lights were out. The only distinction of sound was the roll of tires in puddles. The street vigilante stopped and faced an abandoned shop, miming the action of lighting a cigarette. Jason clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth in hopes of removing the chill. He rubbed the cigarette between his fingers. The old window reflected the red tip.

The car braked about two feet back.

Jason took a puff. His hand slid down and cocked his gun.

One mississppi.

Two mississppi.


He spun around and pointed the firearm into his stalker’s face.

Lightning flashed.

Batman looked back at him.

Thunder rumbled.

They stood for a long moment.

The rain trickled in the background.

Finally Jason blinked and lowered his gun, shifting on the safety and placing it back in his holster. “Nice night,” he greeted hollowly.

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Making New friends

Prompt: It’s JASON TODD”S BIRTHDAY WEEK!!!!! I’ve seen a lot of people doing canon relationships, but I think I’m gonna do something a bit different… Bare with me!


Originally posted by supagirl

Pairing: None

TW: It gets kinda sad… also contains OCs

Word Count: 1,057

Tags: @nervouswastelandvoid , @redhoodshood, @jxsontxdds

When Jason first started out as Robin, it had been a dream come true. The boy by no means had any rose colored glasses, and that sometimes made things easier. Other times it made things harder. Jason had snuck out of the Manor, Bruce at some gala and Alfred sick in bed, it was quite simple.

Jason leapt down from a fire escape and onto a dirty alley floor. He sighed, so far his little sneak patrol had been quiet, no bad guys whatsoever, “This is so boring,” He muttered to himself, “Where are all the bad guys,” he yelled angrily as he kicked a can across the dirty alley. It smacked into a concrete wall right next to a large garbage bin. here was a squeak and the thud of someone hitting the deck.

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An hour ago, if somebody had told Jason that his night would get worse, he probably wouldn’t have believed them— it was bad enough already. He was back in Gotham (the second time since he’d crawled out of his own tomb), and he’d immediately run into one of the people he’d really, really been hoping to avoid.

“Oh,” the kid had said, “It’s you.”

That was all. He’d held his staff out warily too, which was reasonable, considering everything that had happened the last time the two of them had met. Honestly, Jason would have expected a stronger reaction. New kid was very calm.

Not so much anymore. 

Fear toxin. Jason knew the feeling. He was fine, of course— safe underneath his helmet— but Drake didn’t have that kind of cover, and he’d gone down quickly. He was lying in the alleyway, twitching quietly, and Jason didn’t really know what to do about it. 

It wasn’t his concern, was it? He didn’t ask Drake to show up. They weren’t working together— they’d met up completely by accident, chasing the same lead. This kind of thing happened sometimes; Lord knew Jason had been through enough of Crane’s fearscapes in his time. 

Which was making it really hard to leave, even though that was absolutely what he should be doing. Running. Before Batman showed up. 

“Dammit,” Jason muttered, bending over the other kid’s body. “Hey, listen— you gotta get back to the cave. I don’t have an antidote for this stuff. Can you walk?” Drake didn’t respond, so Jason reached out a hand, intending to shake him awake.

That did the trick— before Jason could make contact, the other kid pushed himself upright and dragged himself backwards, away from Jason and against the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Fine.” Jason could respect that. “Whatever. Go home. Can you make it by yourself?”

Drake’s eyes closed again— his hands, clasped around his legs, were shaking. Jason could hear him hyperventilating. He had about thirty seconds, Jason figured, before the hallucinations started, and that meant no, he couldn’t get home by himself. He wouldn’t be going anywhere. 

“Alright,” he decided. “I’ve got a bike a few streets over. I can carry you to the—”

“I said no.” Drake was struggling to breathe now, shuddering with the effort of it. His eyes were wide behind his mask. He scooped up his staff from the asphalt and leveled it at Jason, forcing him a few steps back down the street. 

“Get away from me.”


“I said get away!” He stared at Jason, past Jason, blankly. The nightmares had started— who knew what he was seeing now? It could be anything. In a hellpit like Gotham, there were infinite options. 

But Jason needed to get him home, so he took a step forward and grabbed the end of the staff, trying to wrench it away. Drake didn’t take that well. 

“No!” He yanked back his staff and then jabbed it at Jason’s chest. “I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t mean to— I didn’t—” He was still gasping for air. “I was just trying to help. You were dead! How was I supposed to know you would—?”

Oh, Jason though, he’s still talking to me. I’m in his fearscape. Great.

“I thought he needed—”

Jason pulled the staff away and threw it behind him, back towards the mouth of the alley. “Yeah yeah, you thought he needed you. I get it.”

“He needed you. Next best thing.” Drake threw his arms in front of his head, trying to shield his face. “Please don’t…”

Christ. “I’m not going to hurt you, okay? Just… stay there for a bit. I’m backing away now. See?” Jason retreated up the alley with his hands held out in front of him. Maybe that would make Drake feel better.

What was he supposed to do? He wouldn’t be able to take Drake home himself, not if he was going to fight like that the entire way. He didn’t have many options. He could leave— he probably should leave. The toxin would wear off eventually. With all of the confusion, the other kid might not even remember that Jason was actually there— he would be another hallucination. 

Or. Jason pulled out his phone and stared at the empty screen. He could—
Dammit. Dammit. Fine. He chose the lesser of two evils and dialed. 

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Wrote this a while back in March when Divide by Ed Sheeran just came out, and BOY DID ‘SAVE MYSELF’ HIT ME WITH FEELS FOR JASON! Technically the song doesn’t even relate to this story, but it was my original inspiration until my imagination flew somewhere else.

Jason has forgotten a lot of things in his two lifetimes.

When he was 5, he forgot to wipe his feet at the doormat, running so quickly into the house that he tracked the filth of the streets in. He received an earful from his mother, she said the house is the one thing she wants to be clean, “free of the dirt of the Alley.” Jason didn’t understand what she meant.

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Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader #2

Warnings: none this is super fluffy

Word Count: 1219

Note: This is what I wrote for my DC Valentine, but this is the x Reader version 


Being with Jason for almost three years now, you knew better than to expect anything for Valentine’s Day. There was no doubt in your mind that he called it a mushy, sappy, Hallmark holiday, so when February rolled around, you didn’t mention anything. In your head, you knew you expected nothing in terms of the holiday.

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Party Downtown

Request: Can I request one where batsis is grounded, but while out on patrol the batboys find her at a party downtown?

@whovianayesha @jadedhillon @daisyboobear @too-many-fandoms666 @supernovares

“What the fuck do you mean she’s not in her room?” Jason spoke and rushed upstairs to where your room was. If it was true then it was unbelievable. Never had you ever behaved that way. You were always the one to follow orders in contrast to the four boys.

He knocked in your door and as expected, he got no answer. Anger and worry started coiling inside if him. You could have been kidnapped, taken who knows how far away from your family, being so cold. And oh god! What if they used you to sell your organs at the black market?

“Okay, you’re right. She’s not in” Jason finally said, as he kicked the door open. His hand went to rest in his forehead and you could practically feel the cold sweat on it.

“What do we FUCKING do Grayson?” He yelled and then suddenly his voice became a whisper. “We can’t have Bruce or Alfred know.”

“I know Jason. Gear up and come find me.

“Fine. Just tell me where you are.”

It took two whole hours for them to locate you, they even had to call Tim and Damian for help, which they were sure would cause more trouble.

But no one, ever, could imagine their faces when they saw you downtown, in a place you weren’t allowed to be, with the shortest dress that existed in the whole damn world and partying as if your life depended on it. They watched in silence as you entered one more nightclub.

“I’m Bruce Wayne’s daughter, I can go to any club I want, so get the fuck out of my face!”

Dick gasped when he heard you mouth these words. You had to be drunk. You’d never even say shit, when in your sober state.

“That’s my girl!” Jason chuckled but the elbow landing in his sides made his remember the reason he and his brothers were here. “I mean, who’s going to pick her up before she makes a scandal that will be all over the papers tomorrow?”
Dick stepped forward as to be the one who would come for you. He had barely remember in time that he wasn’t wearing any civvies and if Nightwing came to pick up a very drunk and misbehaving (y/n) Wayne, things would only be worse at the morning.

“Does anyone have civilian clothes with them?” Dick asked as everyone shook their heads.

“Well actually, here, take my jacket and pants.” Jason announced as he started taking off his jacket.

“Or you could just zip your jacket am go yourself?” Tim asked, oblivious as to what Jason had in his head.

“And Jaybird if you take off your pants you just stand in your boxers in an alley”

Jason deadpanned as he threw the brown leather jacket onto Dick and started unbuckling his gear belt. “No stupid. My costume is a one piece, but I’m wearing pants so I dont have to go around with tights just like you do.”

Dick placed a hand on his chest and gasped in fake offense. “Well thanks dude.”

Once in Jason’s jacket and pants -god they were at least three sizes bigger- Dick walked to the club, right after he ruffled handed his mask in Tim.

“Just let me in you mother fucker!” You yelled, causing looks to turn to your side.

“Miss I need your identity to let you in!”

“But I’m Bruce Wayne’s daughter, hoe many fucking times do I have to tell you that?” Your voice was filled with annoyance and anger, your fist clenching in irritation. And then, when you were ready to punch the stupid security guy in front of you, you felt a hand on your arm.

“D-Dick. Fuck!” You muttered as you saw the man’s face. You were beyond screwed. Way more beyond screwed. You were going to rot in your room and probably be grounded for you whole damn life. You didnt speak as he pulled you to the opposite alley from where the other boys were, as not give the paparazzis more reasons to have your face all over the papers the following day.

“What were you even thinking?” He snapped once you were far away from all people. “We thought you were kidnapped!”

“Well jeez Dick I thought it’d be like the other times.” You cursed under your breath again, not being able to keep your drunk mind amd mouth from keeping your own damn secrets safe.

“OTHER TIMES?” oh fuck, Dick was furious. You seriously expected him to drag you to the manor by your ear and spill the truth to your father.

“Yes, but I’ll tell you about it if you promise you wont tell dad. He’ll kill me” Dick nodded and hugged you to his chest.

“I thought I lost you” he exhaled, cold sweat running from his forehead. Your stomach took turns as Dick pressed you to him and you had to pull back and run a little further away from him. “Don’t you dare throw up young lady!”

“Too late” you announced, seconds later after the insides of your stomach spilled out.

“I just hope bRuce hasn’t noticed you’re missing cause then, you’re in too much trouble”


“Of course Damian told me. I was sure Dick wouldn’t betray you. Or your face on every single paper? And that being said, you are grounded. For the whole month.”

You only pitied yourself, or else you would have killed Damian on the spot. But you didn’t want to be grounded for two months. You even wondered what would your father do if he knew you were always sneaking out whenever he had you grounded? Well of course you didn’t have to actually know. And you hoped your secret was safe with Dick.


I’m so deeply sorry my stories suck. Please forgive me

Street Kids

Request from @viva-la-fucking-nerd : Me again! 🤗 Along with the whole Highschool AU thing, maybe before the whole vigilante thing, he and the reader were just street kids together. Just trying to find the next means of survival together and watching each other’s backs? Okay not //really// highschool AU but.. points for trying??

Relationships: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Stealing, some fluff, if you squint there’s angst

A/N: this was really cute to write tbh. Sorry it took so long to write I’ve been a little busy and I’ve only had time to do ships lately <3

You were hungry and running out of food. Money was becoming scarcer and scarcer each passing day, and it’s not like you had a lot to begin with. You and Jason were currently sneaking through a back alley way and making your way into a gas station. You went and grabbed a few things and went up to pay while Jason started stuffing things into his pockets while you distracted the cashier. You watched nervously as the cashier added up the total for your items.

“$5.07” He said in a monotone voice. You pretended to count your small amount of money. You knew you didn’t have enough but you were stalling.

“I don’t-I don’t have enough, I’m sorry.” You said stuffing the money into your pocket, also swiping a candy bar at the same time. You pushed the items towards the man and looked back to find Jason had left. You let out a sigh of relief. “Have a nice night.”

“Wait a sec, where is that boy you came in with?” The cashier asked but you took off out the door ignoring the man’s yells and running until you found Jason in a few alleys over. You slowed down but the two of you still kept up a fast walking pace, checking over your shoulders every couple minutes. You two climbed up a fire escape and entered the place you called home.

“That was too close.” You stated hugging the boy.

“I got some chips.” He said stiffly. “And some crackers, a couple of candies, not much.”

The two of you froze as you heard police sirens echo down the street, it wasn’t unusual in Gotham but you still didn’t like it. Shouts were heard from the apartment next to you and you sighed. No child should have to go through this. But this was Gotham, no one cared about the street kids. Even if they did, you and Jason were certain to be separated if someone took you in.

The two of you sat by the window facing the street in silence eating some of the crackers he had stolen. The signal atop of GCPD was on in hopes of the Batman showing up.

It’s a really cold night and the two of you only have small blankets so you snuggle up to Jason and he wraps his arms around you feeling you shiver. It’s nothing romantic, just a friendly gesture you two had adapted to survive on the streets of Gotham.

You hear a loud engine from in the alleyway and you freeze as Jason slowly makes his way to the window overlooking the alleyway and you watch his face light up as he grabs the tools he uses to steal tires. He nods for you to come over and you follow him out the window and onto the firescape. Below you sits the Batmobile and you know what you have to do. Jason works on taking the tire from the large vehicle as you look out for the Batman. But you forgot to look up and he drops down in front of the car and you cower back in fear while Jason still doesn’t notice the vigilante watching him. Eventually he looks up and sees the Batman watching him and he stands up dropping his tools.

Then, something you’d never expect happens. Batman gives you and Jason a tiny smirk and that was when the two of you realized you finally had a home.


July 19, 2017


by Clinton Bopp and Random Act

Now known for organizing neighborhood beautification projects across Los Angeles, or as Making LA Together put it, “transforming alleys into art corridors” Gabba Gallery owner Jason Ostro launched Animal Alley in 2015 between Glendale Blvd and Douglas Street. New Zealand transplant Clinton Bopp, and Andrea LaHue, aka Random Act, each with a history of working on Gabba projects, decided to team up and work together on this jungle-themed wall. Bees, dragonflies, and hummingbirds are common elements in much of Bopp’s work, and Random Act made a name for herself with her botanicals painted in 51 U.S. cities as part of her Flowers for the People project. Working together they brought many of their trademark elements, but Random Act told the LA Times this piece was inspired by the spiritual quality of the South American jaguar and its significance for mind, body, and spirit.  @clintonbopp  @andrealahue  @gabbagallery  

Jason Todd is a dedicated wrestling fan. While he was growing up in Crime alley and taking care of his mother, to make sure nobody tried to mess with him or his mom, he based his personality and no-nonsense attitude on Stone Cold Steve Austin and when he was Robin, he decided to create his own fighting style using what Bruce taught him and the maneuvers he watched. Nowadays he mostly uses the style to prank the family, like while fighting villains, he starts throwing Lariats, stunners or 619’s.

Clichés (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Jason doesn’t like clichés.

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: nothin’ heh

a/n: heyy guyss, this is super early I know but you know ehhhhhhhh.. Also I forgot the account name of her, but tnx Sarah, you weird alien for the idea.. Sorta.. I changed it up a bit.. It was supposed to be Jay giving the reader a handgun for valentine’s instead of chocolates or all that cliché crepe so yeahh.. ps. I know it’s short compared to my usual 1000, sorry..

Jason wasn’t the type to be cliché. He did not want anything to do with cliché. Even slight mention of the word made him cringe. He loathed the fact that men would give their girlfriends chocolate in hopes of being ‘unique’ and ‘romantic’. He shook his head at it, but the problem was it was going to be that predictable and boring time of the year.

Valentine’s day.

Such a wondrous and alluring day, filled with couple’s public display of affection and probably a few proposals. The smell of flowers, chocolates and men’s cologne filled the air to create an atmosphere of love. This day was a common time to for love towards  that special person in the most passionate way possible, but Jay had other plans. He wanted to hangout at your house.

The aggressive knocking continued to sound around the quiet apartment. It has been five minutes and you still haven’t answered the door. At a situation like this the common response would being concerned and finding a way to get in to check if you were alright, but of course this is Jason we are talking about. Jason rolled his eyes figuring you were being the lazy ass you were for today and sleeping in. From a series of specific past experiences, he decided not to break the door down pissing you off. He exited the complex and sneaked into an alley beside the building. He looked up remembering which floor you were until someone grabbed his hand and pointed a gun to his head.

“Give me your stuff, pretty boy.”

Jason slowly sank in what was occurring and raised an eyebrow at the criminal. Was the thug so dumb to the point of threatening a young athletic looking man? Probably. Jason quickly flipped the criminal landing the said guy on the cold concrete. He groaned out in pain and Jay laughed in response.

“Look, I’m trying to get to my ‘sleeping beauty’, but if you wanna get in my way I have other possible actions.” He sighed happily pulling out a handgun. The criminal’s eyes widened and ran out of the alley.

Jason gazed up once again, pulling down the fire exit ladder fiercely. He climbed the ladder and pulled it back up. He continued upwards from there until he reached what he believed was your apartment. His eyes were glued on the window looking for any traces of the apartment surely belonging to you then he saw a familiar potted plant. It was a plant you had both grown together. Your minds were both at a blank for names at that moment so you just went with Pete. Pete the potted plant. Anyways, Jason budged the window open and crawled inside almost tripping which would have woken you up.

He shut the window as soon as he got in assuring that nothing or no one would get in. He quietly tiptoed over to your living room to see you passed out and the television on. He pinched the bridge of his nose knowing exactly what events transpired. It was starting to worry him how much times you stayed up at night to watch a series. You were taking almost the entire sofa with your laid position. Jay quickly took out his phone and snapped a quick picture of your cuteness. He shoved in his pocket and watched you for a few more moments. He noticed the small goosebumps developing on your skin so he took the liberty of placing a soft blanket he had gotten from your room. He closed the television and sat beside your head. He placed a small throw pillow under your head to make you feel more comfortable which it did greatly. He smiled seeing how safe and happy you were and eventually fell asleep as well next to you.

anonymous asked:

this idea has been bugging me for days now. So, could I get some headcannons/oneshot on Jason taking in a street kid? like an orphan living on the streets who's a small time vigilante (with like a bat or something as a weapon) and basically just "yah no, you're coming with me" and pretty much just takes the kid in and becomes a sort of big brother/father figure to them (and also the batfam reacting to them if possible). Haha oh boy this is long you don't have to if you don't want too ^.^

- He probably first meets the kid while he’s in the process of stealing the wheels off a posh car that Jason knew belonged to a high profile gang leader he was tailing. “Whatcha think you’re doing, kid?” He asks sneaking up behind him. The kid tried to bolt but Jason easily caught him by the collar before he could run away. “Lemme go man! A kid’s gotta eat and this jerk can afford new tires. I’m not harming nobody!” The kid complained. Jason couldn’t help but to smirk at the deja vu of the situation. “Here kid, go get some grub.” Jason says handing him a decent amount of cash. Enough for food for a week. “Stay out of trouble, alright?” Jason would prompt while the kid left the alley. “Sure thing Hoodie!”

- The next time he sees the kid some weeks down the road, the kid’s got a bat in hand and he’s threatening a mugger he had witnessed steal the one valuable possession a little girl had. “Give it back to her!” He yelled furiously. Jason approached silently behind him and the mugger went wide eyed at the sight of him, dropped what he had stolen and bolted. “That’s right! You better run!” He yelled at the mugger’s retreating form and turned around only to run into Jason. “Aw shit.” He swore under his breath. “I thought I told you to stay out of trouble.” Jason said crossing his arms over his chest. “I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing!” The kid justified. “Uh-huh.” Jason said with a raised eyebrow. “Well it was nice chattin’ with ya Hoodie but I really ought to be hittin’ the old dusty trail. I’ve got a nice cozy box callin’ my name!” The kid said already making his way out of the alley. Jason catches him by the shoulder and stops him from moving. “Yeah, no. You’re coming with me, kid.”

- Jason brings the kid back to his place and gives him a hot meal, a bath, and a fresh set of clothing. The kid quickly makes himself at home. He flings himself onto Jason’s couch and puts his feet up on his coffee table. “This is a nice place you got here, Hoodie.” 

- The arrangement starts off as Jason teaching the kid how to really defend himself. He trains the kid how to fight since he’s so insistent on being a vigilante and offers him a place to crash as well as food whenever he needs it. 

- The kid is hesitant to accept Jason’s help at first because surely there’s a catch? Eventually he realizes there isn’t a catch and Jason was once just like him once and is only trying to help a fellow street rat survive. Eventually the kid ends up stashing what little possessions he has at Jays place and begins living with him full time. 

- Jason looks after the kid because he know that he’s all that kid has. He also becomes fiercely protective of him and refuses (as much as he can) to let him go out on patrol with him but the kid usually sneaks out and joins him anyway. “I told you to stay at home.” Jason says. “I want to help!” The kid argues. “It’s too dangerous! Go. Home.” “Why are you even bothering to train me if you won’t let me do anything with it?” The kid complains. “Fine stay! But you do exactly what I say when I say it. Got it?” “Yes Boss.” The kid salutes. “Don’t call me Boss.” “Yes dad.” The kid rolls his eyes but secretly Jay’s heart kind of swells at that.

- Bruce is astounded at how much the kid is like Jason when he was that age. It brings back some fond memories. Bruce tries to stay out of Jason’s personal affairs but he gives the kid some combat pointers and words of advice every once and a while.

- Dick is excited to meet the newest addition to the family. He is the epitome of the cool uncle that lets the kid get away with murder (well obviously not murder, but that’s how the saying goes anyway). Dick’s always eager to teach the kid cool little Robin tricks for him to use. Jason doesn’t appreciated his blatant encouragement. 

- Tim first meets Jay’s little mini-me on patrol. “Don’t ask.” Jay says before a word is even uttered. Tim shrugs his shoulders but takes the newest addition to the family in stride. 

- Damian is kind of low-key glad he’s not the youngest anymore. He offers to help the kid train. The kid gets one look at the katana and goes all wide eyed. “Wicked.” He giggles. Despite how competitive and serious Damian is in training the kid really respects his skill and in all honesty really wants to know how Damian does all the cool ninja stuff that he can do.

A Mother's Struggle
This started as a headcanon of mine (i.e. Jason only turned to thievery after his mom got into trouble with loan sharks) then evolved into a short story exploring Catherine's relationship with young Jason and her struggle with addiction.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Written by theunavenged (sulahnnehn) / @theunavenged

Words: 4053, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Catherine held the burning cigarette between two trembling fingers, shaking free bits of ash onto the table below. The word was out: Willis was dead. The bastard left her with nothing but his gambling debts, and now the sharks were circling. Two of her late husband’s associates were standing in her kitchen, their appetites whetted for either cash or blood.

She looked up at the men, trying her best to hold back both tears and vomit. “I’ll get your money, I swear. I just need more time. Please.”

Vinny, the elder of the pair—a short man with a greasy black ponytail and a leathery face made for scowls—lunged forward and gripped the table with both hands, causing Catherine to jump back with a gasp and nearly spill from her chair.

“Do we look like we represent a charitable organization, lady?” he snarled, his upper lip curling to reveal crooked, nicotine-stained teeth. “We ain’t in the habit of offering leniency to junkies and degenerates.”

“Look around,” Catherine said, waving her hand at the dilapidated apartment. “I’ve got nothing to give you.”

She and Willis were never well-off but there was a time when this little apartment of theirs had a touch of class. She decorated it herself, kept it spotless—she desperately wanted her Willis to be happy and proud. She was a naive child back then, still wrapped up in a schoolgirl’s fantasy of having a “gangster” as a husband. But over the years their apartment’s upscale facade chipped away, much like that of their marriage. Now the home they had once shared was run-down and filthy. The plaster walls were full of cracks and yellowing from the years of cigarette smoke. The hardwood floors were covered in scuffs, scratches, and layers of grime. Rats and roaches brazenly scurried about from their holes in the woodwork. Most of the furniture and decor had been sold off to pay bills… or to feed her addictions.

“Please, you have to understand,” Catherine pleaded, her voice faltering now. “Willis left me with nothing. Not a dime. I’m a single mom with a kid to feed. Please give me a break.”

Vinny suddenly lunged at her again, grabbing her by the wrist. Catherine yelped as he yanked up her arm and ripped back her sleeve. The inside of her elbow was dotted with needle holes, marking her attempts to escape the pain of the present and return to those happier days when a well-kept apartment was her only concern.

“A kid to feed, huh?” Vinny scoffed. “Looks to me like you’re shooting most of his meals into your arm.”

Vinny’s partner laughed, and Catherine’s eyes darted toward the second man who hung back behind Vinny with his arms crossed against his chest. She didn’t recognize the tall, 30-something man, but those hawk-like features and twinkling, dark eyes of his sent a chill racing down her spine. Vinny had a reputation for his hot temper, but this other man with his calm demeanor and evident amusement for her situation seemed far more dangerous.

Catherine swallowed hard, hoping to hide some of her fear from these animals, but when she spoke her voice was a frightened squeak. “I’m gonna stay clean from now on, I swear. I’ll… I’ll go back to work. Whatever it takes. I’ll have your money soon, just please don’t hurt me.”

“Mom?” a small voice asked warily.

Catherine’s heart leapt into her throat and she let out a strangled cry. Vinny dropped her arm, and both men spun around to face the interruption. Behind them stood a 10-year-old boy, hands stuffed into the pockets of worn, school-issued khakis, suspiciously eying the strangers. There was no hope in holding back her tears now, which trickled down her cheeks at the sight of her son. Why? Why did he have to come home now of all times? She slid out of her seat at the table and pushed past Vinny, hurrying toward her son. The scrawny boy, with his mop of black hair and icy blue eyes, was a shadow of his late father. Even his casual stance and mistrustful frown reminded her of the man she once loved. Catherine kneeled in front of the boy. She pushed a curl behind his ear and forced herself to smile at him, but the boy glared through her, his eyes still fixed on the two men.

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