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Jason Todd | aesthetic board
Jason: I'm gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.
Damian: Only if you also don't ask why.
Jason: What...okay sure.
Damian: *pulls out seven pristine human skulls from his bag*
Damian: Take your pick.
Jason:
Damian:
Jason: This one is fine.
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Jason Todd crashing Bruce Wayneâs Christmas Party.

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Jason Todd AKA The Red Hood AKA The robin that died.
{picture all from Pinterest, not mine!}
jason todd: Well, well, well, if it isnât my old friend.
jason todd: The dawning realization that I fucked up real bad.
For the Mun ABOUT the Muse
< All answers under the cut because some people love to watch the world burn... Also might have deleted some questions cause I didnât know how to answer them. >
questions for the mun, regarding the muse.
What makes you the most emotional about your muse?
What made you decide to write this muse?
If you could change one event in your museâs life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?
If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?
If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?
If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?
If you could âborrowâ one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?
Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?
Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?
What do you love about your muse?
What do you hate about your muse?
What about your muse amuses you?
What about your muse makes you sad?
How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?
Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?
In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?
Why do you think you connect to your muse?
What aspect of your museâs personality is most important to you? What aspect of your museâs personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?
If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a âfairâ fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?
[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

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It was the first time in a long time sheâd gone to a bar. SHIELD training kept her busy during the day, and looking for Daisy took up most of her nights. With her mind too far gone to think anymore, she finally gave in and went out when there was no more liquor left in her house.Â
She wasnât planning on staying long. Three â maybe four drinks. But n umber five was in her hand when she heard the bottle smash. Jessica picked up her head, already starting to stand up. She knew what happened next. âGoddammit,â she muttered, tossing her drink back.Â
The fists started flying and within seconds, everyone was either tangled up in the brawl or trying to crawl away from it. One of them made the unfortunate mistake of swinging at her, and she had to grab them by the collar and send them flying over the bar. But a push from behind sent her stumbling forward, into the center of things.
One asshole was just sitting there, enjoying the sight. âPleased with yourself?â she muttered. âSome of us wanted a quiet goddamn drink, you know.â Â
        With the fight in full swing, Jason kicked back on the bar and watched. A few people stumbled towards him and heâd push them towards another person, watching the effect it had. Most of the time, the person would be floored and the next person would step up. It was a strange dance and Jason wanted nothing more than to jump in, but something kept him back. A nagging in the back of his head that told him, no.
         Unable to stop himself, he reached over the bar and snagged himself one of the bottles of whiskey. The tender had been pouring a glass of the stuff and the bottle had been abandoned when the fight broke out. So in Jasonâs mind it was free game. Lifting the bottle up, he missed who it was that had tossed the man who came flying over the bar. He watched the man tumble to the ground and snorted.Â
        Who the hell did that? That was hilarious!Â
        He turned his attention back to the fight to see a dark haired woman get pushed towards him. He lifted up the bottle before ducking as a glass came flying at his head. Oh things were flying now. That was new. Normally people didnât throw things, but everyone fought differently he supposed.Â
        âYouâre right. Some of us did. Sadly when drunks are involved the quiet goes flying out the window.â He reached back behind the bar again to snag two glass and lifted them up to the woman. âDrink?â
Dick, Tim, Steph
((Ignoring the fact that technically these three are his adoptive siblings))
Fuck: Steph || Sheâs got a mouth on her but really sheâs not too bad. Not someone heâd want to keep around for the long term, but might be good for a night of fun.
Marry: Dick || Probably one of the only people he could honestly admit to wanting to be around. Sure he annoys him and sure he wants to break his face, but heâs better than the other two.
Kill: Tim || Pretty sure heâs been trying to do this since he came back to life. Pretty sure heâll continue to try it for a long while to come.Â
fmk babs, bruce, gwen
Fuck: Gwen || Heâs pretty sure sheâd rather punch him in the face, but sheâs hot and badass. Just his type.
Marry: Babs || Heâs pretty much been head over heels for her since the first day he met her. He could live the rest of his life as Mr. Barbara Gordon.
Kill: Bruce || Duh.
Fuck, Marry, Kill
âRiddle me this. Whatâs green and purple but covered in red and yellow? You. When I land on your sorry butt.â

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J a s o n  T o d d +  Injustice 2
     There was just something about the nights that fueled Jason. He didnât know if it was from the years he spent at Batmanâs side, swinging around rooftops with the stars and moon at his back, or if it was the years heâs spent cleaning the filth off the streets. As soon as the sun went down, and the lights all came up, his heart sped up and he could feel it in his bones. Excitement.
     Of course this was a double edged sword. While he was hyped up for the night itself, it also meant that he was unpredictable. One moment he was calm and collected. Working the streets as he hunted down the next scumbag. The next he was nearly foaming at the mouth as angry took over his actions. Brutal and uncontrollable. Heâd beaten people to near death with just his fists while in this state. He knew it was a side effect of the trauma he had suffered and he should get it all figured out, but he didnât want to figure it out. He enjoyed it.Â
     Tonight however wasnât about patrol. It wasnât about enjoying cleansing the city. It was about kicking back and relaxing. He wanted a beer and he wanted some good music. He wasnât expecting company, and he wasnât looking for anyone to come home with him. He just wanted to enjoy a drink in a bar where no one knew his name. Where no one knew he was The Red Hood. Where he could just be Jason Peter Todd. Zombie Vigilante Crime Lord.
     âHey buddy... youâre in my *hiccup* seat!â Jasonâs eye twitch for a moment as he finally was given his beer. The drunk poking at him had been bitching for a good five minutes about his seat. It wasnât like there wasnât other stools at the bar. But this clown wanted Jasonâs seat. Logically Jason knew that the man was drunk and he wasnât thinking clearly. Logically Jason knew that the man would eventually get bored of bothering him and wander off somewhere. But Jason didnât care about logic.Â
     He looked down at his beer bottle, finishing the last bits of it before he turned the bottle around in his hands. Such a shame really. The liquid inside was gone which meant that Jason had nothing to block out the drunkard who was still pestering him. That was fine. Fine.
     With a flick of his wrist and an outstretched arm, Jason let the bottle break over the drunkâs head. He watched with a bored expression as the man stumbled backwards into another guy, who took a swing at him and missed... hitting another person. It was like dominoes falling into place, and Jason spun on his stool to face the rest of the bar...Â
     As chaos reigned.Â