Part 2: Dick Grayson’s Discovery of Jason Todd’s “Skincare Routine”
Okay, so we all know Dick Grayson’s skin is flawless. He’s got a skincare routine so tight it could rival the most luxurious beauty influencers. So, naturally, being the curious (and slightly judgmental) older brother he is, Dick decides to ask Jason about his skincare routine, because—come on—how could Jason possibly compete with his glowing complexion?
Dick Grayson, with his most charming smile: “Hey, Jay. You’ve been looking pretty... well, not like your usual grumpy self lately. What’s your secret? Come on, spill it. I know you’ve got a skincare routine hidden somewhere.”
Jason, already rolling his eyes before the question is even out of Dick’s mouth: “You’re insane. I don’t have a skincare routine. I don’t need that stuff.”
Dick, refusing to let it go, presses further. “I’m serious. Everyone’s got something they do—whether it’s a face mask or some fancy serum. You can’t be telling me you don’t do something for that face of yours.”
Jason, just as deadpan as ever: “I use soap. And sometimes lotion. The drugstore kind. Eucalyptus scent. Happy?”
Dick freezes. “Wait, what? You use... soap?”
Jason, completely unaware of how much this revelation is shaking his older brother to his core: “Yeah, what else is there? My librarian buddy told me to get it. She knows her stuff, okay? Trusts her. It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just soap.”
Dick’s face is a mixture of surprise and pure disbelief. “You… trust your librarian friend for skincare advice?”
Jason’s face softens, and for a brief moment, he’s uncharacteristically earnest. “Look, she’s helped me with a lot of things. She knows what works, okay? I figured I’d give it a shot.”
Dick’s brain is in overdrive. He can’t help it. Jason Todd, the former street orphan, the anti-social ex-robber, the guy who went through the wringer more times than anyone should have... uses eucalyptus-scented lotion and soap like he’s a regular guy just out here trying to make his face smell like a walk through a spa.
Dick can’t even process the thought fully. He’s just staring at Jason like he’s been hit with an entire skincare aisle. Jason notices the long silence and finally shrugs, his usual tough-guy persona back in place.
Jason: “What? It works, alright? No more questions. I’m just trying to survive the day without my face falling off from all the crap Gotham throws at me.”
Dick’s still in shock but decides, in his Dick Grayson way, to roll with it. He pats Jason on the back, still processing the bizarre simplicity of his brother’s “routine.”
Dick, chuckling: “You, my friend, are a walking contradiction. You’re out here fighting crime with a face like a hobo, and all you’ve been doing is using soap from the corner store and lotion with an eucalyptus scent? Unbelievable.”
Jason, now just trying to ignore his brother’s laughter: “Hey, it’s not the worst thing I’ve done. And honestly, it works better than whatever fancy stuff you’re using.”
Dick, with his usual smirk: “I’ll have you know my routine is scientifically perfected. You might want to take some notes.”
Jason just shoots him a look and walks off, as if he’s done enough self-care to last a lifetime.
And there you have it. Jason Todd: superhero, anti-hero, and the guy who’s trusting a librarian with his skincare routine. Meanwhile, Dick Grayson is somewhere, in absolute awe of how easy his brother has it with just soap and lotion.
