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natgeo Photography by @stephenwilkes. Steeple Jason is a magical place and is home to 70% of the worlds population of Black-browed Albatross. This video of a fledgling Black-browed Albatross, covered with soft grey down feathers is a preview of my upcoming series from an assignment on Bird Migration that will be published in National Geographic in January and exhibited at the National Geographic Museum in Washington DC in February. Please stay tuned to see more from this amazing adventure. 

First Christmas [Younger!Batsis]

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! Since I didn’t open up my requests for Christmas, I did some things to make up for it. I really don’t celebrate Christmas, I don’t know how accurate this is. Thank you @icywritesthat for giving me some information to how Christmas is generally celebrated :D

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1331



You always found the bright, colorful lights and the vivid decorations fascinating. It brought so much color into this city full of gray and so much light into the darkness. It made the city a little more beautiful, not just physically but also spiritually, for even the lowest of the low acknowledged and celebrated Christmas.

As a child, you always looked into the windows of different homes, watching families talk and laugh together, smiling without a care in the world. Many of them wore sweaters that, in your eyes, looked hideous, but it also looked warm. You envied those people in their comfortable homes, surrounded by family and friends with all the food they could wish for. You envied the children that got presents and you envied their obliviousness to struggle. 

You, on the other hand, suffered during Christmas time. It wasn’t just the unbearable cold that easily penetrated the rags you called clothes, it was the crowd and how everything was always sold out. Shopkeepers often gave you cookies and food, but during Christmas time shops were closed or they had nothing left. You couldn’t blame them, it wasn’t their fault. They showed you kindness when they could’ve just ignored you, and they weren’t responsible for you. You were just another homeless child wandering the harsh streets of Gotham City.

Nevertheless, you loved Christmas simply because of the idea of it. You had never experienced a Christmas personally, but watching others, and seeing what it brought out of people, made it your favorite holiday.

It was Jason who found you first. It was a little past New Year when the man stumbled upon your small frame huddled in the corner, a thin blanket wrapped around your bony body. 

He brought you to the manor that night, and when they saw your shivering form and your pale skin, the others instantly took pity on you. They allowed you to stay in the manor and Alfred forbid Bruce to let you go until you were well-fed and healthy.

You didn’t know how you managed to win their hearts. Perhaps it was how you were always so kind and humble despite the conditions you were forced to live in. Perhaps it was how you always helped Alfred with the chores even when you were technically the guest of the house. Perhaps it was how you discovered their secret in merely a week with nothing but your wits and perseverance. Maybe it was your determination to learn skills you had never gotten the chance to learn on the streets even in your weak condition, or how your smile and presence brightened up the manor and their lives. 

It could be how you brought the best out of Jason, or how you made even Damian smile and stop the arguments and fights between him and Tim. Maybe… maybe it was because you united them, as a family. 

In the end, Bruce adopted you as one of his own. You may not be some crime-fighting vigilante, but you were learning, and within a year you were out there tackling crime beside your new family.

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard the ruckus being made outside your bedroom door. Slipping out of your covers, you made your way to the door and opened it, your eyebrows raising immediately as you were greeted with Damian throwing candy canes at an alarming speed at Tim’s face.

“Good morning?” you said cautiously, slightly amused by the situation you had walked into.

“It’s not ‘good morning’!” Dick exclaimed, “it’s ‘Merry Christmas’!”

Your eyes widened at his statement. Christmas had completely slipped from your mind, which was strange since the entire manor was decorated inside out and you just went Christmas shopping a week ago. You were so caught up in training that you didn’t notice it was the 25th.

“So it is.” you smiled, remembering what Christmas was like for you just a year ago. If it wasn’t for Jason, you would no doubt be wandering the streets trying to find food and a warm place to stay for the night. 

“I’m glad you’re finally awake Ms [F/N].” said Alfred, “the others have been quite active all morning.”

“Did I oversleep?” you asked sheepishly.

“Who cares, breakfast is ready!” Tim stated as he dodged another candy cane, making you wonder what Tim had done this time to get Damian so worked up.

You rushed downstairs alongside your older brothers, and when you saw Jason you squealed and practically threw yourself onto him. “Jason!”

Your brother chuckled and he easily lifted your small form up. You had grown a lot since he found you, but to him you were still as light as a feather. Jason didn’t stay in the manor often or visited regularly like Dick, so when he visited you were beyond excited. 

“Someone’s a little excited.” Jason said, ruffling your hair. 

“You haven’t visited in a month, can you blame me?” you said with a huff.

“Mission took longer than I thought, but at least I made it.” said Jason, putting you back down. 

Once everyone was at the table, you asked, “so… what are we doing today?”

“What do you mean?” Dick asked, confused.

“I-I mean…” you trailed off, embarrassed to reveal you hadn’t actually had a proper Christmas before.

“[F/N]? What is it?” asked Bruce.

“What do people actually do on Christmas?” you finally blurted out, hiding your blush.

“[F/N]… don’t tell me you’ve never had a real Christmas before.” Tim said quietly, his voice holding a certain tension in them.

“Well… Christmas for me usually meant trying not to freeze to death, finding food and envying the more fortunate people.” you admitted.

Dick slammed his hands on the table and stood up abruptly. “Then it’s up to us to give you a proper Christmas!”

After breakfast, it was time for presents. Bruce told you the only reason they waited until after breakfast was because the last time, everyone was so distracted by their presents they neglected to eat the food.

Being with the family for only a year, you weren’t too sure of what to get them. However, they absolutely loved your presents. You, on the other hand, got several presents from each person, making you feel bad you only got them one each. However, they all told you it was what you deserved, and since you didn’t have many belongings Christmas was the perfect excuse to spoil you.

Then it was Uno by the fireplace, which resulted in Cass’s victory and Damian’s and Jason’s denial, while Tim just sat there, dazed, as Dick sulked in the corner. You laughed at all their reactions; this family didn’t seem to take defeat so easily.

By the time Alfred finished preparing the meal, you were starving. The meal was absolutely phenomenal, and you expected no less from Alfred. You were shocked by how he could prepare so much in so little time, but then again he had been doing this for a long time.

At the end of the day, you found yourself in the cinema room watching Christmas movies alongside everyone, a blanket snuggled around you and a bowl of popcorn on your lap. Not too far from your reach were cookies and a glass of milk. 

Halfway through, you couldn’t help but glance around you. Here you were, sitting comfortably in a warm home, surrounded by family. Your family. You had imagined a scenario like this in your mind, but never did you think it’d come true.

So much had happened in a year, and you couldn’t be more grateful for what you’ve found, or rather, what found you. The little girl living on the streets had come a long way. Now you were a vigilante working alongside Batman, and part of a family, a family you found yourself, a family you knew would never abandon you.

You rested your head on your dad’s shoulder and eventually, fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Wings of a Robin - Jason Todd x Reader

Originally posted by onigirigeek

Requested by Anon - an x reader of what it would be like to date robin!Jason Todd  

Dating Jason Todd is an interesting experience to say the least. He was hot-tempered, passionate, kind, sweet and romantic when trying not to be. It was all wrapped up in a bundle that made Jason who he was and you loved him for it. 

The first time you met him was at school. He had witnessed some of the older boys harassing you in the hallway. Jason confronted them to protect you, receiving a black eye and a trip to the principal’s office in the process. You were worried for him, concerned about how he stuck his neck out for you, but he shrugged it off while giving you that charming, rascally smile you would grow to love. It was then that he asked you out on a date.

He took you to dinner and a movie for your first date. While your parents were worried due to Jason’s less than savory reputation, but he was a perfect gentleman. He made you laugh so much, you thought you might pee your pants. You even got to meet Bruce Wayne that night as he was the one to pick you up afterwards. Jason walked you to the door, and kissed you softly on the cheek before running back to his guardian’s car.  

It was after a month filled with dates similar to your first one did you discover Jason was Robin. One night after midnight, you heard a knock at your window. You tiptoed across your room to see Robin hanging onto the side of your window sill. Not knowing what else to do, you opened the window to let him in.

The moment he stepped into the room, he kissed you hard on the lips. You fell onto your bed with a muffled cry of surprise with him crawling on top of you. With his face so close to yours, you realized you were kissing Jason. 

“Jay, is that you,” you whisper once he freed your lips from his. He gave you that grin you loved before kissing you gently once again. 

“Who else would it be,” he answered, breathing softly into your ear. 

“You’re Robin,” you state, moaning a little as his lips drifted down to your neck. 

“No, I’m just wearing a Robin suit for the heck of it,” Jason teased, raising his head to raise a eyebrow at you. “I thought you were smarter than this.”

You laugh, kissing him hard on the lips. This was the first night of many that Jason would stop by in his Robin suit. You two never went all the way during his visits, but things did become very heated at times. One time you asked Jason if Batman knew he was with you. He just laughed, saying what Batman didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

It was about two months after the first of Jason’s nightly visits when Jason brought you to Wayne Manor for dinner with the family. Jason was nervous about it, worried his adoptive family would insult you. Of course, you were excited to finally be able to see where Jason lived.

Everything went fine that first dinner at Wayne Manor. You had a good talk with Bruce about the stock market, and a chat with Alfred about cake recipes. Jason held your hand throughout most of the time, giving you gentle squeezes now and then. 

Of course, everything went to hell when you accidentally let slip how you knew about Jason’s nightly activities. A big argument broke out between Bruce and Jason with you and Alfred watching silently from the sidelines. It was through the argument did you realize Bruce must have been Batman.  

Eventually, Jason stormed off to his room and Bruce retreated to his study. You bit your lip before glancing at Alfred for silent permission to follow Jason. With his nod, you went up the stairs and to the closed door of Jason’s room. You knocked softly before opening the door to see Jason brutally punching his pillow. 

“Jason,” you say quietly, placing your hand on his arm. He stopped his punches, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry.”

Jason turned to look at you, confused. “Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault,” he questions, throwing another punch into the pillow for good measure. It explodes at the impact, feathers flying everywhere. 

You watch as the feathers drift down around you. “I shouldn’t have said what I did,” you explain, running a hand through his hair to brush the feathers out. Jason leaned into your touch.

“He had to know eventually,” Jason admits, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you to him. You smile as the heat from his body radiates to yours. His lips crash into yours a moment later as the feathers settled down around you. 

About an hour later, you emerged from Jason’s bedroom with flushed cheeks and a glow about you. Alfred and Jason took you home soon after. Alfred gave you both a knowing, and slightly disapproving look, but said nothing. 

Your lives continued on that way for a long time. Jason would hang around you at school, visit you most nights as Robin, take you to the Wayne Manor, to the movies, to dinner, and he would even attend a few dinners with your parents even though they scared him. Everything was going so well until that fateful day.

Jason had called you out of the blue on a Saturday night. He wanted to meet you at midnight on the roof of your apartment building. The tone of his voice was so desperate and so needy, you couldn’t refuse. 

So, at midnight, you slipped out of your apartment and climbed the stairs to the roof. Jason was already there, pacing rapidly. 

“Jay,” you call out to him once you confirm it’s him. He runs to you, wrapping you in his arms. His arms hold you tighter than they have ever had before, letting you know something was wrong. “Are you okay?”

“(Y/N), I found my mother,” Jason whispers in your ear as you felt his wet cheek press against yours. “She’s alive.”

“How? You told me she died,” you answer as his arms tighten even more around you, making it hard to breathe.

He pulls back to look you in the eye. “I know, but she’s alive,” he gasps through his tears. “I have to go find her.” A feeling of dread comes over you.

“Jay, does Batman know about this,” you ask uncertainly. Something bad was going to come of this, you could feel it in your heart. 

“No,” Jason shouts angrily. “He’s already benched me. I’m just the rabid Robin to him, waiting to be put down. I’ll never be as good as the first.” 

You gasp at his words, quickly taking his face in your hands. “No, Jay, no. Bruce loves you,” you argue, looking into his blue eyes. Jason roughly shakes his head, stepping back to get out of your hands. 

“I have to go find my mom,” Jason speaks as you watch him with watery eyes. “I might be gone for a while, so I came to say goodbye.”

“Jay,” you cry, stepping towards him. The dread building in your belly grows stronger. “You can’t go. Something bad will happen if you go.”

Jason backed away from you with a look of betrayal on his face. “I thought you would support me in this. How could you tell me not to go? Don’t you understand this is my mom we’re talking about?”

“I know it’s your mom, Jay,” you try to explain, tears falling down your face. “But I think you need to tell Batman. I have a bad feeling about this.”

He shook his head at you, turning away from you. It felt as if someone blasted a hole in your chest. “I thought you would support me with this, but I was wrong,” he states coldly as he leaps off the building, firing his grapple gun to swing into the night.

“Jason,” you scream after him, but he doesn’t come back. The dread is still festering in your belly as sobs shook your body. Unable to move, you fall to the ground to curl up into a ball.

Your parents find you the next morning, and carry you to your bedroom. They tried to talk to you, but you couldn’t stop crying. You kept asking for the phone, knowing something bad was going to happen to Jason if you didn’t tell Bruce soon. You try to call, but you only get answering machines. Deep in your heart, you knew you already lost him.

The call came from Alfred several days later, confirming what you already knew in your heart. You couldn’t sleep or eat, and sometimes you couldn’t even move. Your parents didn’t know what to do. Everyday you remember how you could have stopped him, could have saved him and it haunted you.

When the day of the funeral came, you were able to dry your tears and attend. It was a small, quiet service at the grave site. You kept a straight face through most of it until it came time to lower the casket into the ground. Seeing the man you loved being lower into a hole where he would be stuck for all eternity was too much. You broke into tears, collapsing to the ground unable to support yourself.

Richard, Bruce’s other adopted son who you had never met before, caught you before you hit the ground. He kept his arms tightly around you as if to hold you together. “I’m sorry,” you mumble over and over again, knowing that you should have stopped him that night. You should have told Bruce sooner. It was your fault that he was gone. 

You don’t remember what happened after that. There was the feeling of being lifted, and prodded then nothing. Part of you wished you had died, hoping to join Jason. Unfortunately, you woke up in the hospital two weeks later. 

Overtime, you recovered to the point where you could live again, or at least give the impression of living. You found you couldn’t move on, because Jason still held your heart. 

Every week, you would visit his grave. You would sit there for hours, telling him about your week or random things happening in the world. Sometimes, you could almost hear him answer back until one time you did.

“I started watching this new TV show last night,” you say to Jason’s headstone. “One of the characters reminds me of you, however they’re not as cute.” Laughing a little, you sit down in front of the stone. Due to the direction you are sitting, you fail to notice the person coming up behind you. 

“Is anybody as cute as me,” the person asks, making you jump up in surprise. You spin around to rest your eyes on the love of your life, Jason Todd. Your mouth falls open as your brain shuts down from shock. He takes a step towards you.

“I must be hallucinating again,” you gasp, absorbing the man in front of you. He was older now, more haunted, and his voice was deeper. Your hallucinations never aged before. 

Jason gently placing his hands on your shoulder. You jump from the contact, not expecting to feel anything. “I’m real, (Y/N).”

It took you a moment before you realized it was really him. Tears filled your eyes as you reached out to wrap him in a tight hug. “You were dead,” you whisper through your sobs.

“Yeah, I was,” Jason mumbles into your ear as he struggled to breathe through your tight hug. 

“You weren’t supposed to leave me,” you sob, sniffing his leather coat and smiling a little when you realized he smelled the same. 

“I know, but I’m here now,” he reassures you, pulling back to place a passionate kiss on your lips. 

You kiss him back with all you had. When you broke apart, you gaze into his eyes knowing everything was going to be alright.  

Angel AU

But imagine an Angel AU where your wings are a reflection of your soul. Corruption leading feathers to fall out. Part of Joker’s torture was ripping out chunks of feathers from Jason. When he comes back to life Jason can’t fly anymore so he takes a human host and continues his crusade. 

When his family sees him they take the sight of wingless Jason as a sign that he has fallen, that he has become too corrupted. It takes an incident where Jason has to save a member of his family that they realize that he is just keeping his wings hidden because they’re hurt and vulnerable. Wings heal with the soul so it’s a much longer process and Jason has not even begun to get over what happened to him with the Joker.

It’s startling to realize that even with the bad choices Jason makes his soul is still beautifully good and his wings are magnificent, injured or not.


Prank’d | Jason Todd

imagine: pranking with jason
prompt(s): “i’m ready to die anytime, any place, for any reason“ [vine - someone please send me the vine i cannot find it]
warnings: probably grammar/spelling errors, hApPy JaSoN

“It’s so…sticky.”

“That’s the point,” Jason snorts.

You roll your eyes with a huff and continue to fill the bucket. There are several bottles of syrup surrounding you. A few are empty while most are still freshly bought. While you pour them into your bucket, Jason is plucking feathers from pillows he grabbed from around the manor. He’s filling his own bucket with them.

“How are we going to get these across the manor without being caught?” You ask.

He smirks. “I was trained by Bruce and the League of Shadows, Y/N. I know how to be stealthy.”

“What about me?” You raise an eyebrow. “I’ll end up tripping and having all of this-” You gesture to the syrup- “spill all over me.”

“You’ll do fine,” He reassures.

Once both buckets are full, the two of you stand up and start cleaning. All evidence of what both of you did is gone and the only evidence left is the two buckets. You share a look, nod, and then swiftly leave the room. You follow your boyfriend’s lead as you walk through the manor. Thankfully, it takes you less than ten minutes to get to the other side where the rooms are.

“Okay…” Jason comes to stop in front of the many doors with a mischievous smirk, “Now, just to set it up.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You ask anxiously.

Jason sighs. “Sweetheart, he took my entire bag of candy. This is for his own good.”

“He’s going to kill you,” You point out.

Jason pauses to give you a look. “I’m ready to die anytime, any place, for any reason.”

“Babe…” You whine, “Way to be depressing.”

He chuckles and turns back to the door. You watch in silence as he begins to set up both the buckets, tieing a rope around their handles and making it so when the door opens both with fall on its victims. Despite your anxiety, you couldn’t help but smile. You haven’t seen Jason this so carefree – so childlike – since before… You shake your head take a quick look around the hallway.

“Almost done?” You ask.

“Yeah,” He answers breathlessly. He puts a few final touches on his prank and then swiftly turns to you. “Done.”

You don’t wait any longer to grab his hand and tug him down the opposite end of the hallway, far away from the door. A wide smile fills his lips, something almost foreign to him, as he takes a few glances back at his masterpiece. Neither of you wanted to be here when it happened but man did he want to see Damian’s face when it happened. His eyes turn back to you and, for a moment, a thought crosses his mind.

“I love you,” he says.

You giggle. “I love you, too, goofball.”

augest 12th 2017


the-shadow-of-atlantis  asked:

7. “You do realize that you didn’t have to punch him right?” “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Ananbella and Jason or oh Annabella and Jen?

“You realize you didn’t have to punch him right?” Jen asked from her perch on Jason’s back. Both looking at the knocked out creep that was laying on the bar floor. 

“What’s the fun in that?” Annabella asked mimicking the worlds the knocked out man had said to her before grabbing her boob. 

“She has a point,” Jason said.

“I can’t argue with that logic, especially drunk” Jen shrugged before pointing toward the door.  “Ok Horsie, take us home!” 

“You’re so weird drunk, you know that right?” Jason mumbled as he carried her home, Annabella at his side. 

Prompt list

anonymous asked:

your fic lift and drag was so cute :) omg i love your jason & bruce & dick interactions so much :) also what was bruces reaction when he realized jason plucked out his first feather?

Thank you, anon! i’m glad you liked it. 

Jason’s second feather comes in a darker blue/grey color, actually, so while he kept the first only he and Dick actually know about it. He pretends that the dark feather is the first one.


Jason, The Cheque and Wilden

Jason speaks to someone on the phone saying to meet him “in the parking lot” in 15 minutes.

Spencer, just having left sees Wilden who casually asks how far her parent’s lake house was from there. I missed this the first time but it is entirely possible Wilden was the one meeting Jason. Did Jason give Wilden the cheque? 


anonymous asked:

Wait so you know how you wrote head canons for that camp au with percabeth? What about the same au, bit with jasper? If you want to and have the time to, of course

summer camp au 

  • after Annabeth dragged Percy out of the room, Jason was left standing alone at the edge of the dance floor
  • that’s when he spotted her standing by the punch 
  • the first thing he noticed about her was the feather in her hair 
  • he thought back, trying to remember if he had met her before but he couldn’t quite place her 
  • suddenly she looked up and made eye contact with him and he couldn’t look away fast enough to play it off, so he decided to commit to it and smile shyly 
  • she gave a little wave and a smile played at her lips 
  • before Jason could get himself to take the first step towards her, Annabeth was back standing in front of him 
  • “Jason, Percy has something he would like to say.” She turned to Percy and and motioned towards Jason, “Go on.” 
  • “I’m really sorry for being such a jerk earlier, man. I was just.. well, I was-” 
  • “Jealous. It’s ok man I kinda picked up on it. No hard feelings.” 
  • they shook hands while Percy assured Annabeth that jealousy was a lucky guess and he was sure he had been much more discreet about his feelings for her 
  • the two of them ran off to dance and when Jason looked back up, feather girl was gone 
  • he sighed deeply and took a sip of the punch in his hand 
  • “Sure you don’t want something a little stronger than that?” a melodic voice asked. 
  • Jason spun around and found himself looking at feather girl, who was holding out a can to him– the only word he could make out on it was beer
  • “I appreciate the offer but I’m not much of a drinker.” 
  • “Like to stay away from the hard stuff, huh?” 
  • that’s when she repositioned the can in her hand and Jason could see the label more clearly– root beer
  • he felt his face get red and feather girl laughed warmly, “I’m Piper by the way.” 
  • “Nice to meet you Piper, I’m Jason.” 
The Blackmail, Jason Keeps a Secret From Spencer, and Why He Could Be “A” - 3x04 Analysis

Today we are analyzing episode 3x04 “Birds of a Feather”.

How Does Jason Know?

Mrs. Hastings has agreed to defend Garrett who is accused of killing Alison. Jason, obviously not happy with the news, confronts her in public. Mrs. Hastings says that everybody deserves a competent legal defense. That is her explanation, but Jason doesn`t buy it. He says - 

Which means that Jason must know about Melissa faking her pregnancy as well. So what he`s saying here is that Ms. Hastings is defending Garrett simply because she doesn`t want him to spill the beans about Melissa walking around town with a fake baby bump under her shirt. But the question is, how did Garrett and Jason found out about this? Did Melissa tell them? Did -A?

The Mystery of the $50,000

Most of this episode revolves around the $50,000 Jason is offering to anyone who has any information about Ali`s Bethany`s missing remains. He thinks that his sister`s body has been stolen by some malicious creep and he wants to get it back no matter what, that`s completely understandable. However, what happens towards the end of the episode is far from clear.

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Why I'm so convinced that Jason's -A.

1. He’s never been suspected officially.
2. He has a lot of issues with alcohol
and drug abuse. He has no
recollection of ‘that night’ because he
was so drunk.
3. He seems to drift in and out of
Rosewood at the most opportune
times (e.g. Returning to Rosewood
the same episode Garrett was killed
after making a scene about Veronica
defending him).
4. In The Goodbye Look (2x02) Spencer
tells Jason that Ian could have killed
Alison. She admits that he never
admitted to killing her but it was
enough to make him a suspect to
him. In Blind Dates (2x04) Ian turns up
5. In Dead to Me (3x18) Spencer tells
him that Wilden got Ali pregnant. In A
dAngerous gAme (3x24) Wilden ends
up dead.
5. In Birds of a Feather (3x04) Jason
makes a scene in the Apple Rose
Grille about Veronica defending
Garrett (Garrett was arrested on
suspicion of killing Alison and Maya).
Spencer asks if he’s okay and he
replies “no, but I will be”. Jason
disappears from Rosewood, returning
in This is a Dark Ride. In This is a
Dark Ride (3x13) Garrett is found
6. Aria was put in a crate on the
Halloween train with Garrett’s dead
body. She stabbed through a hole in
the crate with a screwdriver. In She’s
Better Now (3x14) Mona is bandaging
up a screwdriver-sized wound on
Jason’s side.
7. Mona and Jason were seen talking a
lot around Rosewood High, about
halfway through season 3. When Aria
asks Mona how she filmed that video
(where she is begging for forgiveness after being released from Radley) if she isn’t allowed internet access or
a phone as part of her release terms
with Radley, she replies that Vice
Principal Hackett let her use his
computer in his office and that she
was supervised.. by Jason. At the end
of the video she is seen almost
scolding somebody, but Jason was
the only other person in the room.

Note: I know that Mona was -A in the first two seasons, when Ian died, but there is no way a teenage girl of her height and weight could lift a grown man out of a bell tower and drag him to the stables. It had to have been a man. My theory is that Mona was always a minion and Charles was always in charge, he just let Mona think she was running the game.