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But I have this idea: what if Jason Todd—22 years old, still mending relationships with his family—ends up in one of these reverse universes? In this version, Jason has been going to the Batcave more often, having more of Alfred’s home-cooked meals, and building stronger bonds with his siblings, even if calling them "brothers" doesn’t always come naturally. He’s... fixing things. Then, suddenly, he falls into this alternate universe. He knows right away something's off—not just because of the subtle differences in Gotham, but because his smartwatch (or some kind of tech on his wrist) confirms he’s crossed into another reality. Of course. Because these things always seem to happen to him. That’s when he spots Nightwing. But this Nightwing is different—green eyes, not blue like Dick’s. The katanas catch Jason’s attention too. He knows Dick doesn’t use katanas—he prefers escrima sticks—but there’s something even more glaring: the posture, the furrowed brow, the intensity in those green eyes. Jason could recognize it anywhere. The first thing out of his mouth is:

“Damian?”

Because of course—that’s what Jason assumes. The stance, the scowl, the eyes. But more than anything, Dick Grayson isn’t that tall or broad-shouldered, at least not the Dick Jason knows. This Nightwing is taller, more muscular, and a hell of a lot angrier than the Nightwing from his universe. They fight. It’s brutal, but Jason knows how to handle it—he's fought a version of Damian enough times to predict his moves. Then comes the introduction, because obviously, Jason has to explain himself. And that’s when it hits Damian—Nightwing or Robin or whatever he is in this world—because this can’t be Red Hood. It can’t be Jason Todd. His Jason Todd is fifteen years old and currently sleeping at Wayne Manor, probably stressing over a math exam the next morning.

Cue the chaos.

Jason—23 years old, battle-scarred, and wearing the Red Hood armor—can’t stop staring at this older, more composed Damian Wayne. A Damian who seems… more mature. More communicative. It’s jarring, especially since the last time Jason saw his Damian, the kid was bickering with Tim about some animated movie and had just turned fourteen. Jason's no fool—he’s smart, observant—and it only takes him a few minutes to piece together the truth: he’s in a reverse universe. One where Damian is the eldest. And as much as Jason won’t admit it, the realization both unsettles and intrigues him.

Of course, Damian—this Damian—drags Jason back to the Batcave. And that’s when the real headache begins. Because Bruce Wayne is younger. Not by much, but enough. He doesn’t have as many battle scars etched into his face, but there’s still that unrelenting fire in his eyes—the mission comes first. The three of them—Jason, Damian, and Bruce—stand in the Cave, caught in the mess of explanations. Damian tries to tell his father that this Jason is from another universe—one where he’s older—and Jason explains he needs to find a way back to his world. But it’s Bruce—Bruce, who keeps glancing between Jason and the kid version of him asleep at the Manor—who struggles the most. Because his Jason, his son, is only fourteen. No scars. No guns. No Red Hood. He’s not this tall, battle-worn man standing before him.

It’s like seeing a glimpse of the future—a future Bruce can’t help but wonder about. What happened to my son? What broke him so badly? How did he become this? Because Bruce would do anything—anything—to keep his children safe. And Damian—this Damian—is equally stunned but masks it better. His little brother—the one he cares about more than he lets on—is at home, a kid. Not standing here in front of him, battle-hardened and angry.

Jason, of course, can’t help himself. “Guess I’ll have to tell the Damian in my universe that he’ll actually grow tall enough to look Dick in the eye someday.”

Because it’s Jason—he jokes, even when everything feels like a gut punch. Then comes the planning—because they’re Batboys, and Batboys always have a plan. But Bruce is still shaken. Even though he knows there’s a plan to send Jason back—because of course there is—he’s overwhelmed with questions. How did this other Bruce meet his children? Did he know Damian as a child? How did Dick grow up? Did Tim chase his dreams? There’s so much he wants to ask, but they all know the rules—too much information could alter the course of events.

Still, Jason’s curiosity flares too. He’s calculating, observing—he notices the differences in this Batcave, in the way this Bruce moves, in how the team operates. And part of him—though he won’t admit it—wants to meet his counterpart in this universe. The Jason Todd who’s still a kid. The one who hasn’t been broken yet.

He also wants to see Dick as the youngest—because if Dick’s already a pain as the older brother, Jason can only imagine how insufferable he'd be as the younger one.

And then there’s Damian. Jason doesn’t say it, but seeing Damian so composed, respected, and—dare he say—kind to those around him... it stings in a way he didn’t expect. He’s proud of him, though he'd never admit it. Damian’s grown into the role of big brother better than Jason ever thought possible. But Jason’s Jason, so he doesn’t voice any of that. He just watches.

At some point, Jason and Damian share a quiet moment:

“So… Nightwing? Why?”

“Jon. Kryptonian beliefs.”

Jason blinks. “Wait… how old is Jon here?”

“He’s twenty-eight.”

And suddenly, it clicks. Everything really has flipped.

Jason imagines a fully grown Jon Kent—probably a carbon copy of Superman but even more annoying—and his head spins with all the differences in this universe.

Then there’s the Robin situation—no Red Robin, just Robin—which only adds to the confusion. And somewhere in all this, Jason realizes Bruce wants answers. He can feel the weight of Bruce’s unspoken questions—like he’s desperate to know how things unfolded in Jason’s world. If his kids were safe. If they were happy. Jason, ever the rule-breaker, might even pull out a photo from his own universe—one with his family—just to show this Bruce and Damian. To prove something. To break the rules a little more.

The kicker? The rescue mission to send Jason home could take a week.

So now Jason has to spend seven days with this alternate version of his family.

Cue the chaos at Wayne Manor, where Jason awkwardly pretends to be a “friend” of Damian’s—maybe even giving a fake name like Peter—to explain why he’s suddenly staying over.

He meets his younger self—a version of Jason who’s still just Robin. A kid with friends, with school worries, with a life not yet shattered by tragedy. He sees Damian—the older brother now—patient with his younger siblings.

He watches an eight-year-old Dick Grayson—talkative, full of ideas, adjusting to a new home and the idea of staying in one place. He meets Tim—still complicated, maybe with a hint of Joker Jr. lingering in his past—but focused on his work with Young Justice and his missions. And Cass—rescued younger than Jason remembers—already a quiet but fierce presence.

It’s a mess of angst, heartache, and a desperate curiosity from Bruce, who wonders what his children’s futures hold.

And Jason? He just tries to survive the week.

Because in this world, the family dynamic is reversed—but the pain, the love, and the Batfamily chaos?

That never changes.

I've wanted to do this post ever since I watched Superman (2025) and other Superman movies. I want to know what new and old Superman fans think about the iterations of Superman's origin where he is given a mission to do on Earth by his biological parents.

Superman (1978)

In the Superman (1978) movie, Clark watches a recording of his father and Jor-El gives him a mission to do on Earth, which is to not 'interfere with human history, but let Clark's leadership stir others to.'

The assigned mission in Superman (1978) is a lot more benevolent compared to what was shown in Superman (2025).

Superman (2025)

In the Superman (2025) movie, the recording of Clark's biological parents was full-recovered (in a very contrived way).

In the fully-recovered recording, it was revealed that Clark was sent to Earth so he could fulfill the mission of conquering Earth and have multiple wives for eugenic reasons.

I really despise how Superman (2025) re-contextualize Jor-El and Lara's act of sending their baby away so that Kal-El could have a chance to live better life and future,

And change it to be Jor-El and Lara don't care enough of about their individual only son's prospect of a better life and future but they do care about continuing the 'genetic superiority' of Kryptonians. For me, I like it when Jor-El and Lara's act of sending their child away to an unknown planet is a desperate act of hope that gets repaid by an act of kindness of two humans, Martha and Jon Kent .

To me, the beginning of Superman's origin is that of two parents doing good for their child. Thinking about their child's future and having to contend with the fact their child's future might not have them in it, so I am a bit unsure of iterations where Superman's origin include the detail that Superman's parents assign him a mission to do on Earth. It feels like it removes agency for Superman's character to choose that for himself, and also takes away the spotlight of Jor-El and Lara as being concerned parents but Kryptonians who believe there way of living is superior to humans.

And meanwhile Kon is staring heart eyes at Tim like “I am so in love with him, but he definitely doesn’t like me”

Not only is Harley too smart to allow herself to get knocked up by that asshole, I'm pretty sure the Joker is sterile. Dude has bleached balls.

And like, there already is a Joker Jr. and that's Tim fucking Drake. Not to mention Batman Beyond gave us Harley's grand daughters; the Dee Dee twins, Delia and Deidre Dennis. Those are both better alternatives!

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