jason save me now

Fluff/Mostly Fluff

Strays by Cdelphiki Three short months ago, Bruce brought Jason home after finding him starving, alone in an alley. Now he was doing quite well in his studies and training, but it broke Bruce's heart how much Jason seemed to expect the other shoe to drop any day. He'd never had a reason to trust the adults in his life before, so of course he was having difficulty coming to trust Bruce and Alfred. So when Bruce came across a skittish little puppy while out on patrol, he started to wonder if adopting a puppy would help Jason out, help with his anxieties and give him the unconditional love he deserved, in a form he could tolerate. Maybe through teaching a puppy he was safe, he'd come to realize he was safe as well. It was worth a shot, and Bruce would be a gigantic liar if he said he didn't love their new puppy, too.

A Talon And Its Runt by WakingNightmares Jason. Talon’s runt has a name. Somebody loved it -Jason -enough to give it a name. Talon wonders where its mama is, if she kicked it from the nest once she realized Jason was a runt.

library card by mikkal Jason Todd, Red Hood, and the Park Row Public Library (and her librarians).

The Lost Titans by poisonivory Jason was only a Titan briefly, before he died. So when he starts having dreams about a Titans team of his own, he chalks them up to just that - dreams. That is, until he learns that the rest of his so-called team is having the same dreams he is. But are they just dreams, or something more sinister? And what happens when the waking world starts adjusting itself to match?

Laws of the Universe by minnow_doodle_doo I love you; past, present, and future. Do you know that Jason? “And I loved you before I even knew you.” I’m sorry that love isn't enough. “My son.”

Children Will Listen by ParkerAvenue Jason Todd is good at extortion. He's what the adults call a snoop - nobody paid attention to the little kid with the big ears. Without even realizing, adults would hand him the keys to getting what he needed. Jason knew how to collect information, because adults found information valuable. And it was. It was free, easy to get, and easy to carry, so long as he kept his head clear and his facts straight. Jason had information Batman could use. He knew it. He had thought it over all day, sitting on that moldy couch, eating stale saltines. Batman would definitely be interested in the information Jason had. Batman had become scary again, like the old stories Jason used to hear the goons in the area tell. Breaking bones, just barely keeping people alive. Batman didn’t kill, no, but sometimes? Sometimes living was worse, maybe. Jason stayed crouched behind that dumpster, silent, because he simply couldn’t decide if Batman was far gone enough to make a kid wish he was dead. (Jason Todd knows how to get what he wants, and Batman tries to lure him to safety.)

the other wayne kid by envysparkler There’s supposedly another kid in this gigantic palace that Wayne calls a house, but Jason hasn't seen him yet.

Hurt/Comfort

bat signal by BoneRot19 It had been a long time since the bat signal called Jason. A long time since that particular beacon had anything to do with him. He stuck to his streets. Dealt with Black Mask and Penguin and Two-Face when it suited him. Jason perched on rooftops and fire escapes and kept his eyes on the ground. He listened to police scanners and hacked into the Bats' comms. He didn't look up. He remembered it, though. The rush of adrenaline when he'd spot the bat illuminated in the sky. As Robin, it meant an adventure was to be had. It meant purpose. Magic. -- Batman is in a warehouse explosion. Jason is the closest.

The Deadline by MCUsic_to_my_ears "Jason discovers an assassin has been breaking into Wayne Manor. He doesn't understand why Bruce won't protect them."

Just A Kid Like Me (Trying To Figure It Out) by WakingNightmares He spent all week after school with Ms. Lemoine. He spent hours every night doing worksheets, and going over them a dozen times. He checked all of his homework over, double checked it, then checked it one more time. And it hadn't even mattered. The 'F' up in the corner, with Ms. Lemoine's 'We'll keep working on it!' as the final insult.

seventeen going under by BoneRot19 "Where's your pops?" Terry shouted down the sidewalk. "Dunno," Jason said. "Haven't seen him in a week. I stopped goin' lookin' for him a long time ago." Hell, Jason was happy with the man's absence. Maybe it would stick, this time. "He owes me fifty bucks." Terry, closer to Jason now, was still shouting. Jason spun around and started walking backwards. "What'a'ya know," he said. "Me too." -- AU where Jason is seventeen, his parents are alive, he works nights at a convenience store, and everything is about to go to shit.

rip up the floorboards by orphan_account When Jason was young and starved, he hid something like a corpse in his own body.

paying dues by envysparkler Jason has been fired from Robin. So why is he still getting paid?

skinrose by kow2 The squad car lights are glimmering off of the cement steps outside the Crowne Winter Ball. Jason is drenched in them. 

Elevator by Mickidona Dick hummed. “What.” “Oh, nothing.” “Spit it out, brainiac.” “Well,” Dick smiled, meeting Jason’s squint with a sparkle. “It’s nice of you to graze me with your presence.” *** Dick and Jason get stuck in an elevator. It takes a turn neither of them quite expected.

Freezing blood by blingbland Lying in the snow, a light blanket of white dusting the top of him, he only colourful thing in his line of sight is the pool of red that’s dyed the snow around his head. His eyes focus on that for a good second, until he wonders why he’s staring at his own blood. He doesn’t want to die, but his numb hands are tingling from where the warm blood in the snow is meeting his skin, and he’s starting to think that he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. The man turns on the light in the car to get something, and there’s something that’s strange about the man, something about how he’s dressed, but Jason's eyes are instantly captured by the light shining through the windows, gently bathing the alleyway in its tentative warmth. It’s the most beautiful thing Jason's ever seen. So warm, safe, comforting. It’s calling for him, practically begging for Jason to come over and let the warmth cradle him in a hug. or jason is hurt, and the car in the alley across him looks so warm and inviting...

You’re Alone ‘til You’re Not Alone by WorkingChemistry Dick has moved to Bludhaven to get away from Bruce and is doing his best to establish himself as Nightwing. It’s going well, but it would probably go better if he didn’t come running every time Bruce calls. This time Bruce needs him on babysitting duty, and it’s not just for Gotham. Bruce has League work, Jason can’t leave the state, and Alfred’s on vacation so that leaves Dick to pick up the slack once again. Jason isn’t pleased with the situation either, so there’s that... Dick’s just hoping he can bribe Jason into spending the weekend in the library so he won’t have to deal with the prickly boy. Then they find evidence of a prostitution ring sending young children into forced heats and kidnapping them. Can they set aside their issues, or is Roy going to be stuck playing referee the whole time?

2:13 am by crucifixinhell “Someone better be dying,” he growls. “Um. Hal?” The voice on the other end of the line is male, young, and vaguely familiar. It takes Hal a few seconds to place it. “… Jason? Is that you?” “Yeah. Uh. I need your help.”

drive by night by Domoda, ToyBeluga Roy Harper is assigned one mission: infiltrate the Red Hood gang, seduce the leader, and feed enough information back to his agency to cripple the organisation for good. Sounds simple, right? Of course not.

i'm coming home (tell the world) by ijustmightwing He hadn’t planned on Roy staying, but then he hadn’t counted on mounting a rescue and causing an international incident when he’d seen Roy’s undefeated smile on his television, beaming brightly underneath the bruises and broken nose. No, Jason had simply seen a hero about to die again in a godforsaken desert and no one seemed to be doing a damn thing about it. A winding, slow-burn exploration of Jason Todd & Roy Harper's relationships, primarily the one they seem to have with each other. Also, a lot of Selina Kyle because she's the GOAT.

Overheard by Sun_Moon_Stars_Jedi Clark overhears something at a charity gala that reveals parts of Jason's past on the street.

Cicatrix and Cinnamon by bacondoughnut "I'm alive," he says once, quietly. That's his voice, dead men don't have voices, so he keeps going, "I'm alive. I'm alive, I'm—" Jason falters. The thing in the mirror yells, and Jason feels it tearing from his throat, like that weight beneath his ribs is trying to break free. Or; Jason has a very bad night, Dick and Roy are there to help.

Through Blood and Tears but I Don’t Mind by Jason_Todd_Bookseller Jason is used to seeing Roy banged up, covered in bruises and bandages after every job that went sideways (and most of them did). This was different. Roy had almost died. Roy had almost died two weeks ago, and Jason hadn’t known until 18 hours ago. Some fucking partner he turned out to be.

Patchworked Selves by gender_bender08 And Roy watches Jason try to smile - watches his mouth flicker through the bared challenging teeth that Talia taught him, then the bright Robin smile, then the sad wistfulness of Catherine and the pained I’m still alive to Willis. When he smiles again, it’s feral and untamed. It reminds Roy of Harley, in the oddest sense - someone that Gotham tried to drag under her cemented ground, that dug out of their own grave with clawed fingers and a feral smile. Roy smiles back. He wonders what his would look like if he hadn’t learnt a hundred others. or: Broken doesn't mean unfixable

Across the Sands by Lulu_Rhythm Jason Todd wakes up every morning in a desert compound. Trapped. Empty. Alone. He doesn't remember much, but it doesn't matter, because one thing is for certain. He has an infant to protect.

Hurt no Comfort/Hurt Very Little Comfort

[closet skeleton striptease] by many_faced_many_figured "Okay." "Okay?" "I'm done." Steph's head snaps toward him. "Like you're going to kill yourself, you're going to quit, or…?"

Altar Boy by ohmygodshesinsane I wanted a happy ending, he thinks, but it’s so childish that he can’t vocalize it. --- Jason Todd has his first kiss the week before Halloween, and Robin launches himself out of a moving car, and Red Hood crosses the line in a brand-new apartment and someone else's jeans. OR: Jason Todd dies in the snow, and Robin dies in a warehouse, and Red Hood is terrified that he'll never die at all.

before the sun comes up by valkyriered Batman watches as Jason pushes his hand into the man’s pants.

the living sea of waking dreams by r_astra The telepath flips through Jason’s memories like cards in a Rolodex, rooting around for every terrible thing that’s ever happened to him. Jason tries fighting it, tries bolstering his will into mental walls like Bruce taught him. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t do anything. The second that hands press against Jason’s face, he’s gone. He’s wherever he wants him, whether that’s kneeling beside his mom’s cooling corpse or shivering through a cold winter night on the street or cringing away from the jingle of a belt being unbuckled. It’s not like remembering. It’s not like a nightmare. It’s like he’s there. It’s like he’s living it all over again, all the pain and fear and grief just as strong as the day it happened.

Crack Taken Seriously

IRIS Log #1548 by deadchannelradio A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle: The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate. - (01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin- Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood- Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious. Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route- Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up. Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

hyacinth, grape by SafelyCapricious Jason licks his teeth and tastes artificial grape, and thinks back to that empty syringe that he’d gotten stabbed with at the very end of the fight. Or, well, he’d thought it was empty. “Oooooh,” he says, blinking rapidly, “I’ve been drugged.”

cohabitation in the name of space and time by yamadadzawa (crownandtemple) They’re in the aftermath of a mission watching the last of the fireworks get set off from another illegal warehouse when Jason offers for him to move in with him. --- Jason shrugs, but his scowl softens. “S’what friends are for.” Kyle’s brows raise, “You think we’re friends?” “I think you’re slow on the uptake.”

street names and place names and all the names. by redhoods “That’s really fair,” Jason says, reaching out and patting Tim on the arm, “Also Slade didn’t do this,” his tone is very serious, strangely solemn, “He likes me, he wouldn’t.” “Sweetheart, you’re going to ruin my reputation.” Drake makes a weird sound in his throat.

cold drip by pvc “I'm going to kill you,” Jason says evenly after the woman lingering near the counter collects her sugar packets and moves out of hearing range. “I know where you live now. It'll be so easy.” (or: Jason goes undercover at the coffee shop under Kyle's apartment)

Grocery Day by rotasha Jason can’t stop running into his family and their friends at the grocery store. But what else is he supposed to do? It’s the only Trader Joe’s in Gotham. Or, 5 times Jason ran into someone he knew while grocery shopping and 1 time someone ran into him.

Batcests (mostly angst)

[commingling commemorative, conciliatory, and combustible] by many_faced_many_figured "Bruce just wants you to be happy, Jay. No hard feelings, right, B?" Jason chews on his lip, then looks up at Bruce through his lashes, hopeful. "Of course. I just want you to be happy, sweetheart." It comes out strained, but honest, and Dick knows he's won.

[meat tenderizer] by many_faced_many_figured His dad has been more…lax, recently. Ever since… Which, Jason isn't complaining. Affectionate, too, and not just when... Placing his hand on Jason's shoulder, on the small of his back. Touching his face gently, almost reverently. It's nice. It's almost like before, before before. Except. - "Miss you too, Dick." Because he does. He always does. Jason is…he's always been so lonely; he has his dad back now, and maybe. Maybe it's not so crazy to think he can have his brother back too.

between bloody teeth by crucifixinhell Jason picks a roof in downtown Gotham and waits for someone to come avenge Bruce Wayne’s murder. Dick lands on the roof sixteen minutes later. (“Fathers and sons don’t do what Bruce and I did together, Dickie.”)

(you kept me like a secret) i kept you like an oath by gatheringwool Jason always knew everyone would flip out when they found out about him and Bruce. He just always assumed it would be more along the lines of Jason, you dirty whore you. Not whatever the hell this was.