So I know I’ve talked about Tim before, with his depression and everything but let’s talk about his Anxiety. The Anxiety he has everytime Damian goes out on his own doing something dangerous. The endless pacing around the floor and wringing his hands together. The gut wrenching feeling he gets whenever Jason’s com turns off or Jason doesn’t answer. The foot tapping and checking surveillance cameras and traffic cameras around the city to see where Dick wandered off too.
“ Jason ..GOD DAMN IT IS IT THAT HARD TO ANSWER ..TURN YOUR COM BACK ON YOU ASSHOLE OR I SWEAR”
“ DAMIAN WAYNE GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE OR I SWEAR ILL RAT YOU OUT TO BRUCE ..DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT WAS ’
” DICK GRAYSON THAT IS NOT THE SPOT WHERE YOU SAID YOUD BE “
Damian: 12/10. Damian is the most tolerant - he can eat practically any spicy food without even breaking a sweat. He grew up sucking on ghost peppers for the heck of it. Capsaicin runs in his blood.
Bruce: 10/10. Bruce is only a little bit below Damian - he acquired his taste not through birth but through training and sheer willpower after Talia spiked his food with mutant habanero peppers that made feel as though the very sweat from his pores was on fire. He vowed to never relive the experience, and worked to build up a tolerance to every common and uncommon spice on the Scoville scale.
Jason: 9/10. Jason used to avoid spicy food like the plague - the Latinx immigrant mothers who lived on his side of town would ladle hot sauce on his tongue if they ever heard him curse. After his return, he found his tolerance for spicy food had increased exponentially and he frequently demonstrates his newfound abilities by tormenting his less tolerant peers. Tim and Roy now refuse to taste anything they didn’t carefully watch Jason prepare.
Cass: ?/10. No one knows Cass’s level of tolerance. If she found anything too spicy, she never let any figure out.
Dick: 5/10. Dick has minimal tolerance for spicy food, but enjoys it immensely and earns points for his masochism. He can frequently be found pouring himself another bowl of Jason’s Extra Hot Nine Alarm Chili, red in the face and drenched in sweat, demanding to know “why people do this to themselves” as he takes another bite.
Stephanie: 1.5/10. Steph can eat jalapeños. She holds this over Tim at every given opportunity.
Tim:0/10 (if not negative). Tim has literally no tolerance for spicy food. None. If food has anything remotely spicy in it, he immediately turns fire engine red - and too much black pepper is often enough to make him sweat. He carries a packet of powdered milk with him at all times. That said, he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, and if presented with a meal with an unexpected kick, he will clean the whole plate out of sheer spite, crying as he does so.
Alfred: Unknown. Does Alfred even eat spicy food? Does Alfred even eat??? Questions we may never have answers to.
A/N: So this is literally my FIRST time writing a kissing scene, or well a make out scene, so uh… yeah, tell me how I did because I’m not sure whether it’s good or not. Anyways! I hope you like it!
Summary: You accidentally kiss Tim passionately while you two are practicing your lines for the school play
Relationship: Tim Drake x Reader
Warning(s): Make-out scene?? Is that even considered a warning??
Word Count: 500+
You were quite passionate about your theatre performances and often took it very seriously, even if it was a simple practice. You had formed that small habit of getting way too into character and just went along with the lines until you thought they were perfect. In this case you seemingly snapped into a fantasy, not fully aware of reality around. Only the script, your imagination, and you oh so close friend Tim Drake.
“Y/N? Are you listening to me?” You heard Tim call out to you but you were to focused on the script in your hands, talking over him as you read the lines blocking out the fact that Tim was trying to get your attention
“Y/N!” Tim grabbed you by the shoulders, giving you a little shake before snapping his fingers in an attempt to get you, but you kept your eyes on the pages in your hand. Tim ran a hand through his hair with a sigh of slight annoyance, crossing his arms with a signature glare he always gave to his brothers.
You kept following the script, eye’s widening at the next line however didn’t question it and ended up throwing the large stack of paper on the nearby table. Turning to face your friend, you didn’t hesitate to bring your hands to either side of his face and gently tug him forward, pressing your body against his. You took it slow, closing the small distance between you two by pressing your lips against his soft one, closing your eyes in the process. You could smell the strong cologne that was surrounding him, breathing in the scent as it was rather pleasing and calming.
You felt Tim hesitate for a moment but soon snaked his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss, pressing a little harder against you as he gently nipped at your bottom lip. It seemed uncontrollable in the moment as you loop your arms around his neck, failing your attempt to force back a whine as it more came out as a moan. Tim would’ve taken the opportunity to let this go farther than it should but knew that would be wrong of him to do and somehow was able to stop himself, he broke off the kiss with heavy panting from the lack of air.
You had the sudden urge to keep this kiss going after you caught your breath but pulled away last second, the moment slowly processing in your head. You brought your hands over your mouth as your face erupted a bright red, spinning around to take the script back into your hands and scan through the lines.
“Y/N… What.. was that about? I me-”
“Tim! I’m so sorry! It was part of the script and I couldn’t help myself! I don’t intend for it to go like that! Oh god, Tim!” You turn back to look towards your friend, seeing him chuckling at your currently panicking state.
“Why are you laughing?! I just made out with you! Tim!”
(I was only able to draw a quick one. I hope that’s okay. I am a bit behind on my comic book readings but I’ll catch up soon. It will help me get more motivated to draw. I wish they would bring Tim back or at least mention him again. I need something. Thank you all so much for sticking with me. I’m horrible for neglecting this blog for so long. I need to practice drawing Tim more. I’m never satisfied with how he turns out when I draw him. -Adaminaart)
So what if in the Batman universe, when Jason died he went to Heaven and the pain of being ripped from there back into his body resulted in his ensuing madness a la Buffy-style?
Like, we know Jason was an inherently good person. He was rough around the edges and all but he quite literally fought the good fight and died trying to save his own mother. So like, Heaven? Yeah? Anyhow. So now he’s back and he is in agony over losing such perfect happiness and because he’s now back on Earth and can be subject to needless anxieties and doubt, he believes that he was pulled from Heaven because God made a mistake. Or didn’t want him anymore. (I know, God would never do either of those things but the point is Jason’s brain hates itself.) So now him trying to fight crime has turned really dark towards murder because he feels like he’s already been damned and abandoned by God. Which after being in God’s full presence would be like going to Hell in a handbasket.
Also imagine Jason saying the lines from Buffy’s song to Bruce - nearly crying, “There was no pain… No fear, no doubt. Till they pulled me out of HEAVEN.”
Imagine Ra’s apologizing to Jason for putting him through that.
“Yes Dick, I’m sure Bruce won’t notice that our mother, his wife, has turned into a kitten!” Jason snarls.
You want to comfort your sons, but all that comes out is this little mew. Dick grins as he picks bends and picks you up. He scratches behind your ears. “She’s pretty adorable though, and her fur is so soft.”
Damian quickly snatches you from Dick’s hands. He cuddles you close “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Grayson.” You rub your cheek against his to reassure him that you’re okay.
A moment later Jason’s hands wrap around you, and he lifts you out of a now glaring Damian’s hands. He scratches your head before going, “Wow, you’re right, she is soft.”
Tim reaches over and pets you as well. You allow yourself to purr. The boys’ attention becomes so focused on you that they don’t notice Bruce come up behind them.
“Where’d the cat come from?” He asks.
Your sons go stiff as a board, and Tim is the first to speak, “Technically she’s a kitten.”
Bruce just stares at Tim, before his arms crossed against his chest, “What’s going on?”
Jason smiles, “You’re not going to like the answer.”
His voice rises a bit in volume, “What is going on?”
Dick cracks like an egg, “Mom got turned into a kitten.”
Damian just holds you up for Bruce to see. You meow at him, and wave one paw in the air.
There’s a moment of silence before his jaw drops, and he takes a step forward, and takes you out of Damian’s hands. “Y/N?” He whispers.
You meow a yes, and touch a paw to his nose.
He stares for a moment more before his eyes shift back to the boys, and in his angry voice he asks, “What the hell happened?”
Tim grimaces, “We don’t exactly know.”
“But we called Zatara and he’s on his way, with Dr. Fate. We’re hoping they can turn her back into her herself.”
Bruce’s eye starts twitching, “Well start figuring it out. Now GO!”
The boys scatter and Bruce holds you up so that you’re at eye level. “We’ll fix this sweetheart I promise.” You rub your cheek against his and purr. He just sinks down in the chair in front of the bat computer, and says, “You are pretty cute though.”
Tim would never dare tell ANYONE this but he loves 2000’s bangers. He has a secret playlist in his Spotify when he hoards all these songs. He usually listens when the team is out and he stays back. One day, he was doing some cleaning on his computer, and turned up his music pretty loud. He felt safe. Everyone was out, his area of the batcave should have been safe. As he was dancing and belting along to ’S&M’ by Rihanna, he spins around to find Jason. Standing there, jaw open, speechless. The only thing he can say is, “Dude, I’m so telling everyone..”
On a completely unrelated note, Tim Drake deposits $40 for Jason Todd every week
36 and 12 Jason Todd. Think of it as you want just that it's Jason x S/O reader.
GONNA BASH HIS FILTHY SKULL IN WITH A CROWBAR.” your boyfriend
yells at the tv screen. The two of you had just bought the new Batman
video game and decided to test it out on battle mode first before
playing the actual story. You wanted to play as Batman in honor of
Jason’s adoptive father, but this proved to be a poor decision when
Jason chose to play as the Joker. He’d always had a sort of twisted
sense of humor when it came to the subject of his death.
“Psychiatrists everywhere are shifting uncomfortably in their seats
right now at the mere thought of Jason Todd playing a video game as
the Joker..” you say, while smashing down the action button on your
controller. He just chuckles as he throws a laughing gas bomb at you
while you’re not paying attention.
just about to lose this round when you get a shot off on him. At this
point your both just screaming at the screen. You wouldn’t be
surprised if you had a few noise complaints filed against you by the
time morning rolled around. You hit the X and Square button on your
controller at the same time triggering your special attack, which has
Batman sending Joker flying through the nearest building. The match
ends showing that you won and Jason sits there in defeat, his mouth
THATS WHAT YOU GET! DONT YOU DARE TOUCH ME LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU
CREEP!” you yell, throwing your remote down on the floor as you
get up to do a little victory dance. Jason is just
staring at you, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He cant
even be upset that he just lost this round because of how cute you
look hopping around the living room. You finally sit back down next
to Jason, coming down from your victory high. You turn to look at him
and you both just sit there in silence before you speak up. “Bruce
must never learn of today’s events..” you say. “It’ll be our
little secret.” he laughs, as he kisses your cheek. “Wanna play
again?” you ask. He picks up the controller. “Oh, definitely.”
Sorry if this was crappy! My anxiety is so bad right now but I wanted to get this out for you tonight since im always so shitty about posting in a timely manor. Lol. Hope I didn’t disappoint you too much!
Characters: Tim Drake and Jason Todd, brief appearance by Alfred
Description: Tim is back from Mr. Oz’s prison, and the realization that he has been alive stirs up guilt in his protective older brother. Time for a serious Batboy heart to heart.
Batfam week prompt request from @fandom-princess-of-awesomeness who said Could you maybe do something with Tim coming back from Mr. Oz’s prison? I’ve seen a bunch of negativity about it all over Tumblr and I really need some fluff.
Note 1: Thanks so much for the request! This turned out to be a bit less fluffy, but I think you’ll like it!
Note 2: This is the last day of Batfam week! But, I’m having fun, so I’m still accepting requests. Please feel free to send them my way!
Jason threw open the door to Tim’s room. The Red Hood helmet thudded as it fell from his hand. “Tim…” Jason was across the room, embracing his brother before the younger Robin could speak. Jason clung to hiim with all his might. “Tim, you’re alive.”
“I’m alive, Jay,” Tim said. Jason pulled back enough to look his brother over and saw the tears in his eyes. “I made it home.” He saw the strength crumble out of him, caught him before he could hit the ground. “I made it, I made it.” Jason drew his brother back in, feeling the weakness and pain. Holding him through it.
For a while the two stood there, Jason needing to feel that he was real. Slowly, he helped his brother back to his bed and sat beside him. “I was halfway around the world when I got Dick’s call, I dropped everything, I…I should have been here.”
“How could you know?” Tim replied, then clutched his side.
“You’re hurt.” Jason started tugging and prodding, looking for the wounds. Tim batted his hands away.
“Stop it.” He grabbed Jason’s arm, “I’m okay.”
“You better be serious because I can’t lose you again. If you make me lose you again because you ignored some wound, I will…I will…”
“Jay,” Tim said, “I’m here. I’m real. I’m alive, Jay.” Jason grabbed his brother and hugged him again.
“And you’ve been alive this whole time?” Jason saw the dark look pass over his brother’s eyes. The older Robin stood, pacing. “So you’ll heal. But you’re dead now. I mean to say, the world thinks you’re dead. Believe me, I know all about this. You’re free now.”
“To leave Gotham…”
Tim rubbed his forehead, “Why would I want to leave Gotham?”
“Well, I get you had obligations here, but you don’t now. You can leave.”
“Obligations? Jay, what are…what are you saying?”
“Come with me,” Jason stopped pacing and squarely faced his brother. “Come travel with Roy, Kori, and me. Kori already thinks you’re adorable, and you and Roy can bond over nerdy things.”
“I don’t understand,” Tim said, “Jay, Gotham still needs protecting.”
“Screw what Gotham needs,” Jason replied, “Gotham will always need and need. Maybe it can’t be saved. Maybe we could do real good somewhere else.”
“You don’t believe that.” Tim crossed his arms, “If you did, you wouldn’t still have aa apartment here. Gotham…”
“Gotham has taken enough already!” Jason’s voice rang off the walls, stilling his younger brother. Jason looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop the tears threatening his eyes. Tim pushed himself off the bed and touched his brother’s arm. Jason lowered his gaze to meet Tim’s again. “Gotham can’t have you. I need you.” His tone quieted further, “I should have been there.”
“You didn’t know…”
“I should have been there when it happened. And then after? When I thought you were dead, I couldn’t find a way to bring you back. Me, the man who cheated death couldn’t bring his brother back. I thought I failed you, and then it turns out you’ve been out there, alive all this time, just needing a way back home. If I had known, I would never have stopped looking for you.”
“You thought I was dead, Jay.”
“Yeah, and when we all thought Bruce was dead, you never gave up on him. You kept searching and searching…”
“And I was lucky I was right. If I’d been wrong? Then what?” Tim ran a hand through his hair, “I’ve been locked up and…I’ve had a lot of time to think. And not once, not once did I hope you were all suffering over me. Jay, look at me. Hear me. I wasn’t dead, but look at the work we do? Protecting people? The Wayne family business.” He shook his head. “We’ve been cheating death, but you gamble, Jay, you know the one clear rule: the house always cashes in. One of these days, one of us will die for real, and we won’t find a way back. If it’s me, I want to know my family will grieve but not give up. I saw Bruce after you died, Jay. What kind of monster would I be if I wanted that for any of you? I’m glad you had Kori and Roy to pull you back when I was gone. It gives me hope. So promise me right now, promise me, if anything does ever happen to me again, for real, you will find a way to live. You won’t feel guilty for not helping me cheat death. You’ll live, twice as hard for both of us.” He laid his hand on Jason’s shoulder and stared up into his eyes. “Promise me.”
Jason swallowed the thickness in his throat, “You’re right. You did cheat death. But if you expect me to promise you I would find a way to live if you die, then you are going to have to give me time to get there. Okay? You’re going to do it differently this time.”
“I’m going to what now?”
“You’re going to live better, Tim. You’re going to do something about that insomnia. You’re going to start eating like a human being should. You’re going to stop working yourself through the night, and you’re going to have some damn fun. No more of this rushing into death’s arms, Timothy Drake. If one of us dies, it will be in the blaze of glory as God intended and not from our own lack of care. If I have to accept the fact that I could lose you again,” he said, gripping his little brother’s arm, “Then you have to start making the life you have worth living. Not just for other people, but for yourself.” He rested his forehead against his baby brother’s. “That’s the deal, the one you get.”
“Don’t argue with me, Babybird. That’s my final offer.”
Tim blinked back tears, “I’ll try.”
Jason smiled softly, “Well, that’s a start.”
“Masters Jason and Timothy,” Alfred’s voice came through the door, “If you are both quite through yelling at each other, you can clean up and come down for dinner.”
Tim’s quiet laughter was music to his brother’s ears, and soon they were both laughing, hard, with the cathartic force of relief. “Be right there, Alfie,” Jason got out. He slung an arm around Tim and lead him toward the door.
Dick: “I say we are a mix of both class with a little bit of swag.”
Jason: “Straight Outta Gotham.”
Tim: “This suit is nice and all but I look like I’m running for president…”
Dick: “Omg! #TimmyForPresident”
Damian: “Tt. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
(Sorry for taking so long on posting. If you can’t tell, I am trying to do a little better on the quality of my drawing. I took my time for once and it turned out looking pretty good. I hope you all like it. -Adaminaart)
All the apologies for taking so long to get it out. I hope you like it dear!
It took me three whole Christmas albums on Spotify cause I kinda got carried away! The title and imagine are inspired a bit by a Michael Bublé
song everyone should listen to.
Word Count: 1110
You walk out of a large wooden door and into a courtyard decorated perfectly for the holiday. In the middle of the scene was a beautiful fountain with a man in uniform standing beside it that you would know anywhere.
It was a scene from The Nutcracker, your favorite ballet. You looked down and saw that you were dressed as the Sugar Plum Fairy. Music cascaded through the courtyard and you began to dance the Grand Pas de Deux, but when the man turned around it was your long-time crush and crime fighting partner, Jason Todd instead of the Fairy’s Cavalier.
It shocked you a bit at first but you fell into a perfect rhythm with him as your partner. Everything was perfect until you were jolted out of your dream by something landing on your bed.
That thing was none other than Dick Grayson.
“Wakey Wakey Y/N! It’s Christmas Morning! Coooome ooooonnnnn let’s go open presents!”
You let out a groan. Why was he always so freaking chipper in the morning, especially after a late night of patrol?
“If it will make you shut up, I will gladly get out of bed. You will have to get off of me first though Dick. I’m starting to lose feeling in my legs.”
“Sweet! You were the last one to get out of bed so now it’s officially time for presents!” He launches himself off your bed and runs off down the hall.
You throw your legs over the side and slide your feet into your favorite pair of slippers. After a stretch, you head for the door grabbing your ridiculous Christmas sweater to pull on over your PJ top as you go.
Once you reach the bottom of the stairs you see everyone in the living room in various states of consciousness. Dick is sitting on the floor next to the tree chomping at the bit for the festivities to begin, Tim is curled up in a chair snoring lightly, Damian is next to the fireplace petting Pennyworth like he’s an evil villain planning to attack Dick, Bruce and Alfred are standing in the doorway watching over the room, and Jason is sitting on the couch with his arm slung across the back.
You head over to sit next to Jason. Once settled he hands you a mug of hot chocolate, your drink of choice since coffee had never piqued your interest.
“Thanks Jaybird,” you say before you take a sip of the warm liquid.
“No problem. I figured you’d need the sugar to start waking up.”
“Great minds think alike,” you chuckle.
Dick looks around the room performing a mental headcount. “Alright Y/N is here now so we can start. Remember don’t start opening until everyone’s gifts are handed out.”
His statement is met with a chorus of mumbles. After about twenty minutes or so all of the gifts have been exchanged, and you were quite surprised with the thoughtfulness of all the boys with the presents they got you. They all seemed overjoyed with their gifts as well.
You can’t help but get a little down though when you notice Jason hasn’t handed anything to you. You wondered if something was wrong or if he just forgot to get you anything. You pushed the thought out of your head though because there are more important things about Christmas than the presents.
You wandered into the kitchen to help Alfred make breakfast since you seemed to be the only other person that could cook besides the butler. After a while you notice Jason standing alone out in the sun room. You could tell by his body language that something was up.
After excusing yourself from the kitchen, you wander out to the sun room and stand next to him.
“What’s up, Jaybird?” you say as you bump into his shoulder.
“Huh? Oh. It’s nothing.”
You gave him a look that screamed ‘really now?’
“All right it is something.”
“You don’t say,” an air of sarcasm in your tone. “Spill it, Todd.”
“It’s your gift…” He says as he pulls a small, red box with a tiny green bow out of his pocket. “I’m terrified that you won’t like it because of what it means.”
“Well there’s no way to know until you give it to me,” you say with a small smile.
He holds the box out, and you take it gently in your hands. The lid slides off with ease and you get your first look at the gift inside. It’s a silver heart shaped locket with ornate swirls patterned in to the surface. After you take it out of the box you open the small charm.
Immediately you’re drawn to the picture inside. It’s your favorite picture of the two of you from his birthday last year. You took him to Disney and managed to get a picture in Mickey ears in front of the castle. You had snuck and kissed his cheek right before so he looked surprised and happy.
Your eyes drifted over to the inscription on the other side, “Always in my heart” in what you noticed was Jason’s handwriting. You gasped and looked up at him.
“Y/N, we’ve known each other for a while, and I think I’ve liked you as more than a friend for a while minus a day. You are smart, and beautiful, and sassy, and can kick ass like nobody’s business, and most of all you deal with all of my…me-ness from before and after the pit. I hope that you have some of the same feelings about me, otherwise I’ve made a fool out of myself with your present and the whole professing of my love thing and I…”
You put your hand over his mouth. “You ramble when you’re nervous. Take a second to breathe and then kiss me already, cause I like you as more than a friend, too,” you say with a chuckle.
After a beat, he moves your hand from his face and leans in. Your lips touch in what is probably the most perfect first kiss ever, if you do say so yourself.
When the two of you part Jason sighs like he’s released all of his nervous energy. “I am super glad that went the way I hoped it would.”
“Me too,” you say with a smile spreading across your face. You hold the locket up between the two of you and say, “help out a gal will ya?”
You hold up your hair and he fastens the clasp at the back of your neck. You turn around and give him a peck on the cheek.
I got an idea. Jason meets someone who has similar problems as him ( bad parent/ parent figure, PTSD/some other mental issues, never feeling good enough, etc. ) and ends up being the 'big brother' figure helping them through their shit. Basically making sure they don't turn out like him. Thanks :)
I feel like Jason would vehemently argue that he can’t take care of kids and he’s terrible with people and yet he would be the first one (besides Bruce, who would just adopt the kid) to step up and make sure that a kid is taken care of. He would totally go and make sure that the kids who live on the streets like he did were safe and as well off as they could be. He would help give them food, keep them warm, he might rob Bruce of a credit card and a couple thousand dollars, he would help with homework if they could afford to go to school. He’d be the protector of the kids who he sees himself in and try to make sure that they would be as safe as possible because he could never forgive himself if he let another innocent kid turn out like he did. He knows what it’s like living in hell because of a tough home life (if you can even call it that) and so he would take on as much responsibility as he could to make the kid’s life easier, even if it made his life harder.
I saw you talking about people thinking Jason was the bad Robin and I wanted to give my piece of thought. Rather than thinking Jason was a bad Robin, I thinking he wasn't ready to be a Robin. Jay had a shitty life before Bruce adopted him, so it's pretty normal that he seek for love from the person who changed his life. Now, we already make some pretty bad mistakes when we want somebody's love, being sidekick for a vigilante this mistakes become dangerous, deadly even - as they actually did! (+)
Yes! I 100% agree with you.
In recent years *Glares are New 52* Jason, as Robin but just in general, has gotten a reputation for being reckless, bitter and downright mean. They use this as an explanation for why Jason was killed as Robin. If you read the old comics when Jay actually was Robin, you’d know that this idea of bad-boy Robin is completely made up. Truthfully, I think DC did it so that they could justify murdering a 15 year boy via a phone poll.
But honestly, Jason’s life and personality is infinitely more complex and interesting if anyone bothered if really look at it. He was abandoned by his birth mother at a young age, grew up with a criminal for a father and a junkie for a mother. Catherine Todd, however, did as right as she could by Jay and I believe that her good influence (before the drugs) is what caused Jason to be as big hearted as he was. After both of their deaths, he is alone, likely on the streets with zero hope for the future. Until someone notices him and takes him in, gives him a home and a new family.
It sounds like Little Orphan Annie but it’s better than that. Jason has such a hard time adjusting to this new life, to the extravagance, to the normal family routine. But Batman, that makes sense to him, punching guys who needs to be punched. Jason understands that more than a functional family. So he pushes his way into Robin probably for a few reasons. One, street logic, he feels he has to earn his keep so being Batman’s partner seems just the thing. Two, Jay is an honestly good person despite everything and he wants to help other people like himself who no one else will care about. Three, and this is just my opinion, Jay thinks being Robin will fix him. Every Gotham kid knows about Batman and Robin, I bet Jay looked up and saw that skinny kid laughing and doing flips and thought that kid had his life together (not really, Dick’s a mess). But I feel Jason would have known he was a bit bitter and broken and that Robin would make it better. It’s not a very mature point of view, but he’s about 12 by this time. He still believes in magic, or at least the magic that Robin can bring.
And of course Batdad can’t deny his new tiny son and he trains him and then takes him out as his second partner. Even Bruce says at the beginning of Death in the Family that he hoped being Robin would help temper Jason’s more aggressive tendencies. I kind of want to smack Bruce for being an idiot but this is coming from a man who dealt with his own trauma by diving into his combat training. Bruce honest to god believes that he is doing what’s best for Jason, Jason wants to help others and maybe help himself as well.
So I’ll raise you one anon, we can certainly sit and claim that Jason wasn’t properly trained when he went out as Robin, that he wasn’t ready enough for taking on the scaly panties. But even with all the love Bruce could afford to give (which is not a lot for a normal kid, much less a love starved one) and the advice Dick could dispense (who was still fighting with Bruce and avoiding Jay like the Plague) would Jason have ever been emotionally ready for the brutal life of a vigilante? I’ve always said that Jason really should never have been Robin at all. To me, putting on the costume was the worst thing for Jay’s mental and emotional health which degraded to the point where he put himself in a position that got himself killed.
Because think about it, Jason needed love and support and being Robin got in the way of that. Bruce can be emotionally distant but he’s lightyears better than Batman. By taking on the Robin mantle, Jay subjected himself more and more to Batman’s logic and taciturn way of doing things. Not to mention one of the reasons Dick was mad at Jason is because Dick felt the kid was given a title that wasn’t rightfully his. Dick invented Robin, the name comes from a nickname Dick’s mom gave him. So Dick very much felt like Bruce was dishonoring the costume by giving it to someone else as well, I’m sure, as feeling replaced. The two people who could understand the pain and day to day consequences of trauma both became more distant due to Jason becoming Robin.
So Jay has all the bullshit of living on streets plus all the hardcore shit he’s seen as Robin weighing on his psyche. He is not receiving enough emotional support from the people who are supposed to care about him and he is struggling. It gets to the point where Bruce points out Jay’s behavior saying the boy seems “depressed” and “doesn’t have his head in the game”. This witch’s brew of problems and emotions is what drives Jay to, literally, the ends of the Earth in search of his birth mother. Because if there is even a sliver of a chance Jason can have someone else in his life to give him the love he desperately needs, he’d do anything. And it’s this goodness, this desire for affection that causes him to make his two big mistakes, trusting his mom and not waiting for Batman to catch up.
So Jay is a bit responsible for his death because his actions did lead to it, but Bruce and Jay and even Alfred sat and watched the build up for months either not noticing or feeling uncomfortable to deal with Jason’s problems. In this case, everyone’s a little bit to blame (except the Joker, he’s 10000% to blame). Wow ok this has turned into a dissertation. Let me wrap this up by saying that this behavior remains consistent in Red Hood (when he’s written well). Jason is angry at Bruce, not for being too late to save him, he understands that. But he’s angry at the fact that Bruce seemingly didn’t care about him, that he was replaced so soon after his death. He lashes out in anger because the alternative is to give into despair and Jason Todd does not give in. Ever. But you can see it in the various interactions with the batfam that Jason does still care for them, and he does still want acceptance/admiration from them but he’s done so much he’s not sure he can let things go and properly make up.
So, ahem, in conclusion, I don’t Jason should have ever been Robin. If Bruce truly knew what was best for his son (and why the hell didn’t Leslie or Alfred or anyone step in???) he would have given Jay as much love as he could and made sure he had what he needed in his civilian life. He would make sure Jason got help for his depression/PTSD etc and give the boy a future to look forward too instead of a past to drag him down (y'know, proper grieving). But the main point, Jay should have never put on the Robin costume until his emotional health was taken care of. Bruce forced himself to be like that and Dick was young and used to the bizarre, but Jason, Jay was always a little broken on the inside and he just kept getting worse until he let his heart rule his head. Bad Robin my eye, Jason Todd loved so much, so fiercely, that he died for it. Some people are just too good for this world.