#halfa jason

version 2 because version 1 i was really tired when i wrote it and it became an unreadable wall of text. this time going to put the general information first and the povs under the cut

Talia places useless dead boy with no memories into the Lazuras pit against her father's wishes.

Two boys walk out. They're identical in every way, from the blue eyes that glow green when consumed by the pitt rage, to the white tuft of hair on their head. they iddenitifed themselves as danny and jason.

the boys were inseperatable, throwing themselves hard into talia's training and never taking their eye off each other. they started working in sync quickly even with danny needing more training. they were stronger and faster than before, adapting quickly, yet even more susptible to the rage.

they also both had strong moral convictions. annoyingly strong for the league's perpose.

but there was something off about danny though. he wasn't one to trust talia even as the training wore on. he kept tinking with things and looking off into space. it wasn't a softness, no, it was instead like he was trying to find a goal seperate from aiding his twin. (or maybe it was about aiding both of them, away from the league.)

danny tried to save jason from the lazarus water, has been poisoned the same way. he now can't remember much from before but he knows he and his brother are sick. but he doesn't know how to help them. yet.

jason todd is placed in the lazuras water by talia. two identical boys come out, down to the white tuff of hair and blue eyes which flash green with rage.

when they calm down, one introduce himself as "danny." when jason hears that he thinks he knows what's happened; his dead brother found him while he was dead. danny todd died years ago in a gang fight. when he died, he obviously couldn't age, and now it's been so many years, they're the same age, they died at the same age. obviously, his older brother turned twin used the lazuras water to return to life with jason. danny is the only family jason has left, and the only one who cares about jason, jason isn't going to lose him again.

talia is at first unsure how to use this danny todd. he needs more training than jason, having never been robin but he shows potential. but the twins are above all extremely loyal to each other and protective of the other. she can use this. the question is does she allow jason to return to gotham as planned, keeping danny close and making sure jason stays loyal to the league, and she has someone she can trust to train damian to his full potential. or does she let them both go, throwing batman further off his game and distancing the brothers from Ra so he can never learn she used the pit without his permission on what he deemed a lost cause.

danny can't remember much before waking up in the (ectoplasum) waters with his brother. everything is murkey and coated in the sickly green rage that clings to his throat and makes his eyes glow. what he does remember makes him angry (parents disregaurding him, never paying attention to himself or his ~~~~, food that was never safe to eat, parents constantly fighting over something petty and stupid every year.) jason seems to have the same memories, or at least similar so their parents must've sucked. he knows a few things for sure. jason and danny died. violently. they came back... different. a bit more. (halfa, his mind whispers, half ghost, the line between life and death) but the lazuras water (poison, danger, parasite, pain) did something to them. it made them... sick he thinks. he can't remember good memories but he knows he didn't used to be this angry. knows his chest didn't used to hurt like this. something is wrong with both them he knows it. and he knows he has to fix it. if only he could remember how...

Creature from the grave, Headless and hellbent

Jason? Displeased right now. Incredibly upset even. He’s near certain that he’s gotten kidnapped by some sort of fae creatures, and he is not happy about it. Not to mention everything is greenGreenGreen like the Pits. 

And now, either he’s tiny, or these things are huge, and he doesn't have legs. He keeps getting picked up by these massive horned ones that he would say looked seal-like, but like, to the left? Something like the legends of merfolk but Other. Wrong and right, terrifying and comforting and horrible in how he found himself relaxing. 

Hopefully the rest of the bats realize he’s missing and- um, that is a child? That is a child with scales of starlight, fins of the very cosmos, hair like a bursting nebula growing closer- He blinks and the ever-expanding form is back to a teen chatting in horrific warbling-howl-screech-crack-electrical hum noises to one of the big seal-ish creatures. 

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf. 

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old. 

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down. 

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.