Petty words

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filthy-vigilante
transrobins

Hold on, I have opinions about retcons of Jason’s death

Imo, Sheila Haywood is essential to that story. Without her, Jason is a foolish, impulsive kid who runs into danger even after Bruce specifically told him to wait. He’s impatient, he runs into a warehouse with the Joker inside to confront him, and gets killed

But with her there, Jason is a kid trying to save his mom’s life. He’s not driven by impulse or recklessness, he’s driven by love. He sees Sheila walking into a warehouse that he knows the Joker is inside, and he risks his own safety to protect her. He only just found out he has a mom who’s alive, and he doesn’t want to lose her. He trusts her

And she betrays him. She lures him into the warehouse and delivers him to the Joker. She stands by and watches while Jason is beaten. And when the Joker’s done, when he turns on her and leaves her in the warehouse with the bomb, Jason still tries to save her. She let him get tortured and he still tries to untie her so she can escape. When he realizes there’s no time, he lays down in front of the bomb to try and shield her

So of course, when he comes back as Red Hood, of course Jason doesn’t trust parental figures. Of course he can’t trust Bruce anymore, won’t listen to him when he says he’s wrong. He trusted Sheila, and she sold him out, got him tortured and killed. And Bruce, who he trusted to always be there for him, got there too late. Even if he doesn’t blame Bruce, that trust is shattered

Sheila Haywood is essential to the story of Jason’s death, because removing her changes how you understand Jason, both as Robin and as Red Hood. He wasn’t a reckless child who didn’t listen, he was a kid who just wanted to protect his mom

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rezhood

Imagine if Jason was never found by the league of assassins when he was living out on the streets after his resurrection and over time his mind slowly healed itself but he never regained his memories leading him to eventually work dead end jobs as a means to survive so he’s just working at Burger King or something trying to get by and eventually Dick or someone goes into that Burger King and acts normal but internally is flipping out because why is a older clone of his dead baby brother working at this random ass Burger King what the fuck but it just looks like this

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artemis-requiem

A Jason who gives up killing and rejoins the batfam is boring like what happened to his own moral code and doing what Batman can’t. You can’t tell me he’s had any development in the past 16 years to grow out of that. Lobdells shitty writing does not count. Jason’s issue with Bruce and the family is super complicated and it can’t be fixed with just Jason saying

“I understand why I’m wrong Bruce uwu I’m sorry please take me back I’ll stop killing daddy I’ll even forget the trauma that made me make these decisions in the first place so I can play with tea sets with the other bat kids I suddenly love and desire to be family with without knowing who they even are” and Bruce saying “it’s ok baby boy jay lad jay chum my little jay baby 🥺 I forgive you for everything you ever did to this family uwu. We don’t actually have to solve the problems bw us we can just pretend it didn’t happen”

Jason killing the worst of the worst is integral to his character. It would be great to see him make a mistake and evolve but that takes time and dc is not willing to put any behind Jason. Jason was created as this character who was meant to shake up the Batman lore to tell Batman he’s not always right and now Jason’s just rolling over and following Bruce’s orders. It takes all his morally ambiguous characterization and throws it out the window

He hasn’t even been able to evolve as his own independent character out side of Batman. All of his stories have been tied to Bruce in some way and I’m tired of the arrested development for him. I want him to travel the world reach his potential make some friends. The only ones he’s had are being taken away from him just so he can stay with the batfam. What happened to the Jason from utrh who said screw Batman??? Modern Jason just consists of him crawling behind Bruce asking to be family again and giving up his ideal while Bruce gets to keep his.

Anyone who genuinely love Jason’s character can not be happy with where his character is being taken. He’s just becoming another batfam character who does what ever Bruce wants and doesn’t have his own opinions and morals just with a little attitude. Everything that was special about his character his tragic story is being washed away for some watered down version of Jason.

Fanon batfam stans are looking at the wrong family if they want cute and fluffy moments. The flash fam is right ther

elidyce
writing-prompt-s

You’ve just realized something strange about the humans. They’re a race that joined the galaxy recently, but you’ve just found evidence of them already been part of it for many millennia before, but it feels like everybody’s forgotten.

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We were delighted when the people calling themselves ‘humans’ joined the spacefaring races. They were clever and agile, hot-tempered and humorous, fierce and yet friendly, a young species with much to offer us. 

Most species are still delighted. But we are the Bybleotekar, the recorders of the spaceways, and we have begun to wonder. Our merry companions are… not different, but too much the same. They understand so readily, accept so quickly - most new species have trouble adjusting to dealing with aliens, to the realities of space travel, to the sheer bigness of the universe. But the humans are so adaptable, so ready for it all, they might be remembering something they’ve forgotten, not learning something new. 

Some of us, the Izaslanik of the Bybleotekar, the gatherers of information for the record keepers, began encouraging humans to join us, that we might study them more closely. They like the work - they are a curious species, delighting in new knowledge, and they make able assistants. My human companion is named Mira, a young female. She is a good companion, who sings sweetly and laughs often. 

When Mira struck the first blow against what I thought I knew of the universe, against illusions soon to shatter that I had thought were truth, we were attending the coronation of a lesser Netar of the Kktil, recording the customs and ceremonies and unofficially enjoying the colourful celebrations. Mira was watching the dancing, her mouth widened in a ‘smile’. “It’s so pretty,” she said, her hairless face sheened with sweat under the hot sun. “I love the turquoise jewellery.” She pointed to the bright blue stones that bedecked the dancers. “I should buy some. Our homeworld doesn’t have any turquoise, you know. Only a few pieces we brought with us when we came.” 

It takes me a little while to understand what she said. It is only later, during the feasting, that I turn to her again. “You said your homeworld doesn’t have turquoise. Only… what you brought with you. Do you mean turquoise you have bought offworld, since you joined the spaceways?” 

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