#evil!jason

You’re actually gonna get some evil!Jason from me in Muddy Waters (I’m trying to get Therapy and WAtGP done before I go back to the other fics).

And yeah, I’m not a big fan of “happy to hurt anyone who gets in the way” Jason (*side eyes Grant Morrison*). That’s a pretty fundamental misunderstanding of the character. 

Frankly I feel like Jason would have to be a little... less insecure? More confident? To play mind games with the batfam. But there are definitely AU’s and canon-divergences that make that totally possible.

It had been two months since he'd pushed Timothy off the cliff. And he'd accomplished a lot in those months. He'd murdered Grandfather and taken over the League of Assassins, after that he ordered them to attack Gotham while he distracted Batman.

And the Bat had fallen when he got distacted by Grayson. He'd captured Nightwing and when Batman went to save him, he murdered him. And Batman getting murdered was something the people of not only Gotham but most of the world didn't think was possible. 

So Wayne Manor would be his hide out, but he wanted Damian to live there with someone to take care of him, what was also an extra reason why Alfred was still alive, as long as he doesn't try to corrupt his little brother that was. That's why he was in Wayne Tower when he got alerted that Red Robin was spotted.

Love. A useless emotion he wished he could just remove. But sadly, he could only remove it if the one Jason loved hated him instead. It would pain him, and that would give him full control.

"Bring him forth." He ordered his servants, who immediately did what he said, throwing Timothy on the ground before him before leaving them alone.

Jason kneeled down next to him, a dark smile on his face. "Hello there, sweetheart, how are you?" He asked, lifting the other's head so he could look at him properly.

Jason slowly strolled through the night and over the rooftops of Gotham, looking for his next victim. He wanted to kill something, and he didn't care who or what it was. No one would stop him from getting from what he wanted.

He heard a small sound from the alley down him and he looked down to see a kid being followed by a man. He tilted his head when he felt the fear creep off the small girl. The old Jason absolutely hated rapists, especially child rapists.

A dark smirk formed itself on his face before you jumped down, landing gracefully like a cat. He didn't even sneak up on the man and simple walked to him, giving the girl a nod to quickly run. The man began to protest and tried to kill him. He eventually just grew bored and stabbed him in the heart.

My character has stumbled upon a magical mirror. However, instead of showing their reflection, it shows what they’d look like in an alternate universe! Send me a verse and I’ll describe what they see themselves as in said verse, and their reaction to seeing it.

Jason had been in their library when he heard a sound from the restricted area. He gently put Damian, who had fallen asleep on him again, down and stood up. When he heard the sound, a soft whisper, he quickly glanzed at Damian before going to investigate what it was.

He walked into the restricted area, which wasn’t so restricted for him, and looked over everything to see what it was. When he walked into the oldest and most abandoned part he heard the whisper again. It came from a dusty old hand mirror that was placed on an antique desk.

He grabbed the mirror and looked into it, only to frown and look behind him to see that no one was behind him. Jason looked into the mirror again and his image looked back. Only his image wasn’t exactly the same.

The Jason in the mirror had completely white hair, he wore this black sinister looking armor and his eyes were an eerie glowing green, more glowing then they already were. Jason’s image had this dark gleam in his eyes, one that said death, misery and dispair.

Jason smiled coldly at the man before him, a dark atmosphere completely filled the air around them. “Hello there, ‘Bruce’,” Jason stood up from his throne and walked down, motioning his slaves to bow down for him. “Have you seen what I’ve done with the place?” He asked darkly, eyes shining a eerily Lazarus green as a contrast to the completely black Wayne manor.

“O,” he said fake cheerily. “And what about your ‘sons’?” He hissed pointing at his slaves. “Did you came to say goodbye to ol” Timothy and Richard?” He asked mockingly.

Before Bruce could reply Jason interrupted him. “Or what about ‘Alfred’?” He smirked darkly when Bruce’s eyes widened in terror. “Ah yes, the old butler had so much fun with the Lazarus Pit!” He added with a laugh that resembled the Joker’s. “Poor man,” he shook his head in fake sympathy. “He begged and screamed, really not like the English gentleman he used to be,”

Jason walked towards Timothy and roughly grabbed the other’s collar, pulling his with him till they were in front of the caged Bruce. “Do you want to die, Timothy?” He hissed in his ear. He other shakily shook his head, “Good ‘boy’,” Jason growled trowing him on the floor. “You want to let you son die, Brucie?” He asked the old man.

It had been decades since he’d died, years since he’d taken over the League of Assassins and slaughtered all the ‘superheroes’ in the world, no one would defy him. Expect the man who now was his prisoner. Bruce weakly shook his head. “You still have one person left, you know.” He smirked and he saw Bruce’s eyes lift up with hope before dying down again when he saw the look on Jason’s face.