He is like a russian doll but when you take out another doll it is a new trauma.
Me pointing at Cale: This man has so many layers inside of him just like an onion and also just like an onion the deeper you cut through the layers the more it makes you cry
Me and the homosexual that I choose to keep me alive this year 🏌️
it's just me and my gay fanfics against the world
PAIN, SUFFERING, EMOTIONAL DAMAGE
Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.
Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.
Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.
Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?
The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—
What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.
(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)
He is everything.I would do unforgivable things for this man if he asked nicely
I literally came back to this account just for him lol
And he deserved every second of it
There is no way God of Death didn't get beaten up even once by Choi Jung Soo or Lee Soo Hyuk, especially after he pulled the "Your friends' death was your fault".
So, I just imagine Choi Jung Gun either joining them or giving the broom to them like:
i just fell on my knees at Costco
i lost the ask my bad! but here is jason for an anon
Jason and Jade met on some mission before Jason went back to Gotham, and they continued to sometimes meet up afterwards as well. Mostly on missions, again, but sometimes Jade would just come up at Jason when he's having breakfast or something and they would chat a little bit.
Perhaps they, in some way, felt like kindred spirits. Both on a mission that they feel like they need to do, even if it's not necessarily all that they want out of life, but they also don't know if they can live another type of life, either.
Anyway a few years in, there's a knock at the front door, and when Roy goes to open it, Jade is standing on the other side, in civilian clothes and with a very expensive pair of sunglasses on her eyes and even more expensive bag slung over her shoulder.
"Hi?" Roy says. "It's not like you to come knocking on my door like this."
"I'm not here for you", Jade says (though it's not unkindly).
Roy completely understands.
"Lian's at Ollie and Dinah's", he says. "I can call them-"
"I know, I will come visit her too", Jade says. "But right now I'm not here for her, either."
"Okay?" Roy is now officially out of the loop, it seems.
"I'm here for business", Jade says, very unhelpfully, and then masterfully steps around Roy and into the house. "Bird Boy!"
Jason makes a sound from the kitchen, and Jade marches in there. Roy follows her, and steps into the kitchen just in time to see Jason hand Jade a cup of tea, and for Jade to pull out something wrapped very tightly in plastic from her bag. It makes a very loud thump as it hits the table, and Roy realises very quickly that this is going to be a very long day.
This is canon to me (and this is really beautiful, he's so cute wtf)
Since my old Jason art started popping off, here’s some more 🫡
Someone in the tags said he really is a white T-shirt guy and look… he definitely is. Jason’s always been a man of simple fashion to me so here’s a couple of the very few pieces he owns such as: Gotham Library shirt he found at goodwill, big Sport sweatshirt (stolen from bruce), and shearling denim jacket that’s the only other outwear he owns sans the Red Hood leather jacket plus ya know, some gear sketches and whatever.
Next time a blocked number calls you answer like this: “Jim’s whore house. You got the dough, we got the hoe.”
I left the fandom about two years ago, I did not read the second part but here's my grain of sand (also: I'm not a native speaker, clearly):
Lee Soo hyuk and Choi Jung Soo saw the void that they left on his heart. The deep fissure in his soul that was formed when they died. They broke the promise and the price was almost too high.
Looking at this barely recognizable man that is tired to the bone and full of despair. Fighting with the savage ferocity of a wounded animal; protecting the things that he loves with blood and tears. They feel nothing but grief for the young man that was shy but share the love freely with soft smiles ten years ago.
They ask themselves if someday they can compensate kill the light in Kim Roksoo's eyes. His love still there, enough for everyone he meets but is visible when he gives it the pain and resignation. He loves with the knowledge of the power that is giving for breaking his heart over and over again.
|19 y.o – She/Her| I need to practice my english. I chose writing about everything that came to my mind. If you saw a grammatical error, no, you didn't.
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