#help wait what's the joke#is it about the comics being different to the adaptation?!#idk where robin is from I survived never watching maws and jl/jlu shayera is washed imo#is that the joke?!
These three specifically are amalgamations of different heroes. Like superboy clearly looks like kon/conner, but his name is jon and he’s the son of lois and clark from the future. In the dcau, tim has jason’s backstory and history. Hawkgirl in the dcau is a whole mess, she’s an odd blend of shiera, shayera, and kendra, and I’m not even going to try explaining what happened there lol
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The Batkids like to see who can fuck with Bruce most effectively. The winner is usually Jason, because of just how far he'll go to fuck with Bruce.
So one day Bruce waltzes into the Watchtower and who does he see sitting at the council table? A fully decked out Red Hood - domino mask, guns, full armor. He's got the rest of the league laughing/talking and just smirks and waves when he sees Bruce.
When Bruce asked who the hell let an unauthorized person into the Watchtower, Clark just shrugs sheepishly and said Red Hood was looking to reform and wanted to apply, unbothered by the fact they don't have an application process.
The whole day, Jason is delighted that Bruce can barely contain his annoyance at Jason's interjections at his mission plans, his joking around with Bruce's friends team - Jason has his own team, and his general superior attitude of knowing he was going to get to brag to his siblings about pulling this off.
But the Batkids often forget that Bruce dresses up like a bat to fight crime - he's not above a little embarrassment. So, at the end of the day, just as Jason's Cool GuyTM persona is locked in, Bruce stands up to leave.
"Finish those protocols. And Red Hood?"
Jason looks up, shit-eating grin getting dimmer as Bruce approaches him. "Yeah?"
Everyone is completely caught off guard when Batman sweeps up Red Hood in a tight hug and says "I'll see you at dinner, sweatheart. I hope you had fun today."
The rest of the league is spluttering, trying to figure what in the fuck just happened - Red Hood's cheeks are as red at his domino mask.
"The fuck..."
"You didn't know?" Bruce turns slightly, that almost smile on his face. "Red Hood is my son. And son, you can come to work with me anytime you want."
And with that, Bruce peaces out, Red Hood's reputation is completely destroyed, and now all the league asking him how his school is going like he's still a freaking Robin.
Jason just about dies of embarrassment but he's got to admit, well played, Bruce.
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It is kind of crazy how often Batman stories raise the question of “is Robin ethical?” and ultimately come to the conclusion that Robin isn’t really a child. His trauma and experiences have transformed him into something else, something that looks like a child but isn’t, or only is sometimes. It’s no longer necessary or even possible to treat him as though he is a real child. Some fundamental essence of purity has been lost; further trauma and harm may heaped on the Un-Child indefinitely.
Obviously Robin is about punching clowns and telepathic gorillas, so whatever. But it betrays certain attitudes about children that are really pervasive in our culture—that children are definitionally innocent, and that innocence is a product they produce and perform for adult consumption. If that innocence is lost, damaged, or imperfect, their value is lessened and the need to protect them becomes a need to protect other children from the contamination they might spread. The Un-Child becomes a sort of contagion, a threat to the harvest, who is conditionally allowed access to childhood if they can convincingly pretend at innocence.
the only ghost king idea i'll accept for any of my aus is the one where both jason and danny become co-heir apparents in my dead on main childhood friends au
cuz there's no way Jason would just sit out and watch as his best friend goes toe-to-toe with a dimension eating ghost tyrant. Like hi, no, they're a package deal. you fight him you also fight me that's how its been since they were 8 years old and both living in Gotham.
The Ghost Zone after the fight was looking at the both of them like "okay who do i make king now, they both participated in defeating him,,,," promptly saw the neon sign above their heads that read "Please Do Not Separate" and went "ah okay. TWO princes" and then watched as Jason and Danny decided to split custody of the ring of rage and crown of fire upon receiving it.
This makes Jason having no recollection of his time in the Zone like 10x funnier to me. After Jason and Danny reunite, Danny promptly slips the ring of rage off Jason's finger and plops the crown onto his head and goes "here your turn"
He's had the ring since his resurrection. At least, as far as he can remember. For some reason, no one acknowledges its existence even when he waved it in front of them.
After someone Jason swears he's never met in his life drops a crown on his head and takes the ring, declaring swapsies, it takes about a week for a ghost court to form around him. It takes far less time for the fog of rage to fade.
(Jason will not admit that something about the guy is itching at him.)
There are Gotham ghosts at the core of it—Thomas and Martha Wayne the most recognizable—as well as ghosts who don't even look like they come from Earth. The eyeballs are annoying. His grandparents are... helpful.
Jason carved a day or if his patrol schedule every week. Marks himself down as only in case of emergency and holds court in an abandoned building.
(He hasn't explained anything to the Bats or Outlaws. He's feeling better than ever and he can handle things, what is there to explain?)
Inevitably, it catches attention anyway because of how much of ghost interactions involves fighting each other.
After someone Jason swears he's never met in his life drops a crown on his head and takes the ring,
(Jason will not admit that something about the guy is itching at him.)
The man-- Phantom, Jason finds out is his name --is a banshee, he learns. Human-born, rare as compared to the distinctly more common realms-born ones, and he stops by every so often to hear about his court and what he went over with them. He shares reports about activity in the Zone with Jason in turn. It really feels like they are equals in power, rather than just taking turns over who is in charge.
More importantly though, is how every time Phantom visits, it makes a pit form in his stomach. Because he looks terribly, horrifyingly familiar, and Jason doesn't want to address it.
It hit him one day when Phantom was standing at the table, looking over some hodge-podge paperwork the 'Observants' passed on for Jason to do, that Phantom looked terribly, horrifyingly, a lot like Danny. It sent a terrified jolt down Jason's spine, and the moment the specter left Jason pulled up the surveillance he bugged around Danny's apartment the moment he found out his old friend had moved back to Gotham.
Danny had showed up, much to Jason's relief. Living and alive, breathing and in one piece, and smoking on the rickety old fire escape parked next to his window. Legs hanging off the side and arms stuck through the bars. He looked bored. He looked tired. He looked alive.
Every single time Phantom comes to visit, Jason checks the cameras on Danny after he leaves. Danny is alive every single time he sees him.
"Phantom," Jason calls one day, a waver in his voice that he stifles with a cough, chin in hand and watching the ghost intently. Phantom picks his head up immediately from where he's reading reports at the table, and looks at him expectantly. Jason's stomach swoops, ill, every single time he does.
He takes a beat to look Phantom over and compare. Their scars are on the same side, he notes. While Danny's are faded and silvery, the Phantom's are black and stark against his gray-green skin, stretching like spiderweb cracks from black gloves up to his shoulder, under his tank, and up his throat to cover half his face.
Jason's only seen him take his gloves off a few times, and the hand that's scarred is black and charred to the bone beneath his gloves. The fingers thin and long, tipped with claws on both sides. The other hand is normal.
Their hair swoops the same way, but Phantom's is white and wisps at the ends of his curls, dissipating into open air like mist or fog from a morning. Danny's sits thick and black on his head, curling around his shoulders and pulled back every time he goes to work at Old Fox's.
The most damning of all are the thick black tears that stain the banshee's face, and the damning, churning hole in the space where his heart should be. Leaking oil-black ink through his shirt and down his front like a constant barrage of tears from his heart. As if his soul is weeping and refuses to stop.
'Banshees are always in grief,' an Observant told him after he reluctantly asked the bastards about the deal with Phantom. And then it said no more. Annoying thing. Jason doesn't know what Phantom is grieving; it must be great if even his heart cries with his eyes.
"Yeah, Eidolon?" Phantom says, smiling with his voice a mass of three different ones at once. It makes it hard to pull a distinct one from the crowd, Jason thinks he does it on purpose. 'Eidolon' was apparently the public name he went by when he was dead, just like how Phantom uses Phantom.
He presses his mouth into a line, and bites the bullet, "How did you die?"
The smile falls from Phantom's face. He doesn't look angry, but he averts his eyes and laughs awkwardly, "I don't think you want to know that."
Jason frowns. That's not a no, but it's not an explanation either. A terrible way to deflect. He sits up, "Why not? We're partners, but we barely know anything about each other."
Phantom opens his mouth, and Jason realizes his mistake, and corrects himself: "I barely remember anything about you." Because apparently they knew each other while he was dead -- Jason wants to scoff at the idea that they were close; the Phantom isn't Danny, so they couldn't be. But he doesn't remember anything to prove otherwise.
"You don't need to worry about it," the Phantom deflects again, and irritation, easy to control ever since the banshee took the ring of rage, bubbles up. He scoffs aloud for real this time. "I mean it."
"Bullshit," Jason says, "you probably know how I died, right? If we really were 'that close' in the Zone." Which he still calls bull on too. He's not Danny.
The Phantom's silence is enough of an answer, and Jason sits up fully. "Then you should tell me what happened to you then! It's not right."
The Phantom is silent still, and Jason starts to get angry. Heat pulsing under his fingertips. "Phantom! Seriously--"
"I committed."
Whatever Jason is about to say next, it comes to a dead halt in his lungs. The Phantom doesn't look at him, looking vaguely uncomfortable. His skeletal hand -- when had he taken off his glove? -- picks at the hole in his chest like a scab wound.
"...What?"
"I committed," Phantom repeats. He looks down at the hole in his heart, and it gushes black ink-tears into his hand. "I lost someone important to me, and didn't think it was worth sticking around."
"...Oh." Jason doesn't know how to respond to that. Although, he thinks he might've done the same if Danny had been the one to die instead of him. His dumbass mouth moves: "..who?"
Shit, that might've been too personal. Before he can backtrack though, Phantom's eyes flick up to him and pin him in place. He's quiet for a long moment, sucking the air out of the room by gaze alone. Then: "You."
...What?
Jason blinks, then frowns, "What?" His heart begins to sink.
Phantom's mouth pulls into a crooked, little smile. He tilts his head forward, hair falling over his eyes. "You think I was going to live without you, Jayce?"
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