𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

THE ROBIN THAT EVERYONE FORGOT: JASON TODD QUOTES. all these sentences were taken from various issues of the batman mythos said by Jason Todd aka Red Hood. Might include violence, and as usual for Jason, angst and mentions of death and child death. You can change pronouns, names, locations and anything you see fit.

“Oh, my goodness gracious! I've been bamboozled!

“Hey, it's going to be hard to learn a great many things about me, but one I'll give you for free...I am no one's son.”

“Look at me. Do you see terror? Do you see fear? Or is it just your own reflection?"

"You're right. I see my reflection in your eyes--And it's kicking your ass!”

“Give people a chance and they'll usually surprise you.”

“Batman can create as many crappy trophies as he wants. They don't change a thing. They’re built on lies and sand. And they will fall. Like his whole damn world.

There’s nothing to be gained getting caught up in his gravity. Nothing.”

Ignoring what he's done in the past. Blindly, stupidly, disregarding the entire graveyards he's filled, the thousands who have suffered, the friends he's crippled. You know, I thought... I thought I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt.

You don't understand. I don't think you've ever understood.

What? What, your moral code just won't allow for that? It's too hard to cross that line?

 All I've ever wanted to do is kill him. But if I do that... if I allow myself to go down into that place... I'll never come back.

Why? I'm not talking about killing Penguin, or Scarecrow, or Dent. I'm talking about him. Just him. And doing it because... because he took me away from you.”

“You're angry and sloppy, running around the world hitting anything that'll fall down. And that's kind of a Red Hood thing.”

“You want to beat up on a kid, go enlist in the G.C.P.D. like every other bully in this city.”

“Sometimes you just have to give people a chance, Jason. They'll usually surprise you.”

 You and I are more alike then you realize, Xiao. I was dead once. I get it - starting over is scary as hell.

I know you're still trying to be Superman. But you're not really, are you? You can't save the all, Kent... unless we give up the idea of taking Vandal alive.

Thanks for thinking of me. I'm happy to help, Bruce. Honored, even. That'll be $150,000.

I generally have several madness-inducing hallucinations before breakfast. And nothing in the real world can be as frightening as what we can imagine.

Really? You don't think I understand what it's like to be abandoned? Forgotten? To be the Robin nobody trusts?

I'll be damned if my best friend is going to die ... because he was dumb enough to trust me. 

But there are some crimes -- sins -- even Gotham can't wash away. 

 You made the same mistake everyone does when it comes to me. I'm not evil. Or good. Unfortunately for you... I'm just practical as hell. 

Funny, I actually escaped death... but one life later, the past keeps dragging me back.

 You pompous ass.

 I tried to go legit. Made friends. Failed them. That was then. This is now. This is me.

Don't know. Don't care. I got my hands full.

Anyone ever tell you really know how to ruin a party, Catwoman? 

You almost got yourself killed. The angry, reckless vigilante bit is my thing.

That looks like it's gotta hurt. Well, I say that like I'm speculating or something. I know it hurts.

I seem to have made myself an enemy of all the bad guys.

Is that what you think this is about? That you let me die?

You can't stop crime! That's what you never understood! I'm CONTROLLING it! You want to rule them by fear but what do you do to those who aren't afraid?! I'm doing what YOU won't! I'm taking them out!

It might not be a popular thought but not everyone wants to be alive .

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃/𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐈/𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

j.  todd. “Sometimes  being  a  superhero  means  losing  the  things  that  make  you  feel  human.”   ,   @lazurasd.

THE  STATEMENT  CATCHES  HIM  OFF  GUARD  UPON  HITTING  HIS  EARS.   A  furrowed  brow  in  plain  view  as  he  turned  to  look  at  the  younger  man.   He  didn't  know  much  about  what  the  kid  had  been  through  ,  ┈┈  but  heard  enough  to  know  the  broad  strokes  of  a  horrible  horrible  story.   The  kid  had  wisdom  though.         (  at  least  a  hell  of  a  lot  more  than  bob  had  ever  seen.  )   Or  had  for  himself  for  that  matter.   As  smart  as  Bob  was  ,  he  never  really  saw  it  like  that.

He  scoffed.   “  It's  funny  ,  I  never  really  felt  like  there  was  much  human  about  me.  ”   Not  surprising  ,  ┈┈  when  the  world  told  you  there  was  something  wrong  with  you  it  was  hard  to  feel  human.   He's  always  seen  the  heroes  in  their  world  ,  read  their  comics  growing  up  and  though  …  he  could  be  one  of  them  someday.   Only  to  have  those  dreams  bashed  down  every  time.  Now  here  he  was  with  the  power  of  a  God  plus  that  ,  ┈┈  and  he  still  felt  like  he  didn't  quite  have  it.   No  matter  how  many  times  people  reassured  him.

He   kept   his   eyes   on   the   city,   boots   planted   on   the   ledge   like   he   was   daring   the   night   to   try   him.   His   arms   were   crossed   tight   over   his   chest,   leather   creaking   slightly   with   each   breath.   The   silence   between   them   stretched,   not   heavy—just   full.   Like   the   air   before   a   storm.   Then   he   gave   a   low,   humorless   chuckle.      “Yeah,”   he   said,   voice   low,   rough   around   the   edges.   “That’s   the   trick,   isn’t   it?   People   think   getting   power   fixes   the   cracks.   But   it   just   makes   ‘em   easier   to   see.”

He   finally   glanced   over   at   Bob,   eyes   sharp   but   not   unkind.   There   was   understanding   there—lived-in,   battered,   reluctant   understanding.      “You’re   not   the   only   one   who’s   felt   like   a   ghost   in   your   own   skin,”   Jason   went   on.   “I   came   back   wrong.   At   least,   that’s   what   I   used   to   think.   Died   bloody,   came   back   angrier.   Everyone   told   me   I   wasn’t   the   same.   Like   grief   was   a   glitch.”

His   jaw   clenched.   A   pause.   Then,   a   quieter   breath.      “But   maybe   the   point   of   being   human…   isn’t   being   whole.   Maybe   it’s   surviving   the   break.   Getting   back   up   even   when   the   world   tells   you   you’re   something   else—something   less.”   He   looked   at   Bob   fully   now.   “You   feel   the   cracks?   Good.   That   means   there’s   still   something   real   underneath   all   that   power.”   Another   beat   passed.   Jason   looked   back   out   at   the   city,   eyes   scanning   the   lights   like   they   were   trying   to   spell   something   only   he   could   read.

@lazurasd. "You  look  like  you  are  about  to  mom'd  me."  (from  robin  jay). 

THAT  WAS  RICH  COMING  FROM  THE  KID  SITTING  ON  HER  SOFA.   Never  the  less  ,  it  still  managed  to  pull  a  smirk  to  her  lips  before  turning  to  return  with  the  bottle  of  water  and  first  aid  kit  that  she  had  gone  to  retrieve.         (  she  didn't  have  to  be  his  mom  to  see  the  cuts  she  wasn't  gonna  let  him  leave  without  cleaning.  )   She  didn't  make  a  habit  of  jumping  on  the  mothering  routine  ,  ┈┈  but  this  one  reminded  her  too  much  of  important  people  in  her  life  to  brush  off.   Motherhood  wasn't  something  she  was  built  for  ,  always  feeling  foreign  no  matter  how  often  she  wanted  to  be  able  to  feel  that  feeling.

“  A  mother  ,  would  tell  you  that  what  you  did  was  reckless.  ”   She  started  off  ,  ┈┈  while  moving  to  set  the  kid  on  the  coffee  table  before  handing  over  the  water.   “  Drink  this.  ”   She  instructed  ,  waiting  only  long  enough  for  him  to  take  the  bottle  before  setting  to  pulling  out  the  needle.

He   sat   on   the   edge   of   her   couch,   jaw   tense,   shoulders   rigid,   the   bottle   of   water   now   resting   cold   in   his   palm.   The   label   crackled   under   his   grip.   Her   words   had   hit—maybe   not   hard,   but   precise,   like   a   knife   between   plates   of   armor.   A   twitch   at   the   corner   of   his   mouth.   Not   quite   a   smile,   not   quite   surrender.   He   watched   her   move   with   that   quiet,   deliberate   pace   that   told   him   she   was   comfortable,   maybe   not   with   him,   but   with   this—patching   people   up,   making   sure   they   didn’t   bleed   out   in   her   living   room.   There   was   familiarity   in   it.   Familiar   enough   to   make   him   uncomfortable.

“You’re   not   my   mom,   she   wouldn’t   do   any   of   those   things.”   he   muttered,   not   defensive,   just   stating   a   fact.   His   voice   was   lower   than   before,   calmer.   She   had   always   been   too   busy   after   a   while   to   worry   about   him   in   that   way.   It   was   him   doing   the   worrying.   “But   thanks   for   the   water.”

His   gaze   dropped   to   the   first   aid   kit.   The   needle.   He   didn’t   flinch,   but   there   was   a   tightness   in   his   throat   he   didn’t   bother   hiding.   He’d   stitched   himself   up   more   times   than   he   could   count,   but   letting   someone   else   do   it—someone   who   looked   like   they   gave   a   damn—that   was   harder.He   let   out   a   slow   breath   and   shifted   forward,   setting   the   bottle   down.   “Reckless   is   kind   of   the   point,”   he   said   finally,   eyes   meeting   hers.   “I   don’t   do   things   to   be   smart.   I   do   them   because   if   I   don’t,   no   one   else   will.   That’s   how   it   works.”   He   didn’t   expect   her   to   agree.