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Jason Todd

The

Bloodred Kumos
Owner:

Dragons

Age: 1 year, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 9th, 2022

Adopted: 1 year, 5 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 9th, 2022

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 2
Job: Unemployed

The Dead 2nd Robin

Jason Todd was born August 16th to Catherine and Willis Todd in the city of Gotham. He lost his father to the alcohol first then to the justice system. Not too long after that, he lost his mother to drugs and was left to fend for himself. Desperate, he took to the streets and did what was necessary to survive. He wasn't proud of what he did, and certainly tried to forget most parts, but nothing mattered more than survival. Which was why when the Batmobile parked outside Crime Alley he didn't look a gift horse in the mouth and took to jacking the tires. Three in and the fourth was ruined by the arrival of the owner of the car himself.

He found himself with a new home and family, becoming the son of Bruce Wayne and the second to don the mantel of Robin under the guidance of Batman. Being Robin gave him magic and he was determined to make sure no one felt as he once did. As that scared little boy barely scraping by.

Then his life was brutally taken away by a laughing maniac after being betrayed by the birth mother he had so earnestly tracked down. A crowbar, a bomb, and that was all she wrote. Jason Todd was buried six feet under next to the woman who took part in his demise and that should have been the end.

But Jason Todd was never meant to die in a warehouse in Ethiopia and he dug himself out through silk, wood, and dirt screaming for a father who would never appear.

What was the purpose of a rebirth if there was no one around to care?

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The cacophony of Gotham drifted up from below. The sirens, horns, and voices blended until it meshed into a singular roar of indiscernible noise. Even so far above it all, he could still feel the weight of the smog in his lungs with each breath he took. This was his home, the place he fought and bled for each night and would continue to do so until the grave finally claimed him again.
No matter what he did or how far he ran, Gotham always called him home with her siren song. He sighed and took a handful of fries from the bag, munching on them as his eyes swept over the city he loved. His helmet was sitting to the side and he could distantly hear the chatter coming over the comms from the rest of the vigilantes that stalked Gotham's streets. He had been given access to them as an olive branch and he took it with minimal resistance. It was certainly easier listening in on them this way than constantly trying to keep up with their encryption codes. When he came back from the dead, he had found that technology had left him behind as easily as his family had. It took him years to catch up with the times and even now he still kept a flip phone rather than those smart devices Dick tried to push on him. It was a literal brick. Why did he need to check a social media or have a billion other useless apps on there? All he needed a phone for was texting and calling. Maybe it made him sound like an old geezer saying that, but he didn't really give a damn. His henchmen could run tech for him. It gave them something to do at least.
He licked the salt off his fingers before peeling back the paper of his burger and taking a bite. His legs dangled off the edge of the building and despite the chaos happening down below, everything up here was peaceful.

"Jason."
Of course he had to come and ruin it...
"Code names, B," Jason snarked around his mouthful of food.
"Your helmet is off." He nearly rolled his eyes out of their sockets. So he equivocated that the lack of it made him off-duty and therefore able to be called by name? Then was he supposed to call him Batman all the time? Because he never truly took his mask off, never really let the persona go even as Brucie Wayne.
"Still got my domino on, old man." He tapped the crimson fabric for emphasis and took another bite. "What do you want? My patrol's done." Batman slipped down beside him and allowed his legs to hang off the side. He reached up and swept his cowl back without hesitation and Jason frowned. He couldn't help but notice how much older Bruce was getting. The strip of gray through his black hair was growing and there were more wrinkles around his eyes than he remembered. It made his heart twist and he savagely chomped into his meal to try and drown out the budding emotions.
"I'm assuming that you're not coming to dinner tonight."
"What gave it away, Sherlock?" Jason asked scathingly. However, Bruce didn't rise to the bait and merely kept his eyes ahead, watching over Gotham even now.
"Alfred's making roast."
"Good for everyone else. I'm sure they'll love it." He dug a few fries out just to be petty and popped them into his mouth.
"You know you're always welcome." Jason nearly choked on the fries and he swallowed roughly, the food catching uncomfortably in his throat.
"That's not my home," he rasped, reaching for his drink. Bruce finally looked at him and the sadness in his eyes made Jason want to get on his knees and apologize. He hated how he still cowed to Bruce, how his heart still opened so easily to him. When would his bleeding heart ever learn?
"No matter what happens between us, the Manor will always be your home. You're my son."
"Mhm, that so? Last I checked, fathers didn't throw weapons at their sons." He tilted his head slightly, exposing his neck where beneath the Kevlar ran a scar given to him personally by a batarang. Bruce winced and his gaze fell briefly before he took a deep breath and met his eyes again.
"I have no excuses for what I did, and you have every right to hate me for what I've done. But... I do love you, Jason. My actions might not always show it, but you need to know that."

Jason swallowed down the lump growing in his throat and stubbornly blinked back the tears. He was grateful now for the domino around his face. It would keep any trace of tears from leaking out.
"What's with you? You dying or somethin'?" He asked roughly. Bruce gave a slight smile, the corners curling softly.
"Every night we dance with death don't we?"
"Save the poetry for folks that actually do it justice, B. Red Hood's the only vigilante that's allowed to quote literature in this joint." Bruce laughed and Jason stilled at the sound. Ivy hadn't been out tonight so he knew he couldn't have gotten hit with one of her stupid pollens and as far as he knew, every other villain that could infect Bruce was behind bars. So why... Did he know...?
"I'm not dying, to answer your earlier question, Jay." Bruce brought one knee up and laid his arm across it, the gauntlet glittering briefly in the skyscraper's lights. "Just felt like you should know."
"Getting sentimental in your old age?"
"Perhaps." They sat in silence, Jason eating his Big Belly meal and Bruce occasionally stealing a few fries whenever his head was turned. The quiet was companionable, the muffled sound from both of their comms filling the space between them. He could tell by the frequency of the voices coming in that everyone was wrapping up their patrols. They always got chatty whenever they were finished, eager to find warmth in each other after dealing with the brutality of the city.
"Shouldn't you be getting back to your family?"
"I am with my family," Bruce responded immediately and Jason bit back a whimper. How could he say things like that one minute then come at him the next with words of disappointment and distrust? Most likely it was for manipulation. Kept him coming back for whatever emotional scraps Bruce sparingly threw out. God, he was so fucking pathetic. Daddy issues didn't even begin to describe how fucked up in the head he was. Even so, he hoarded each kind word like a dragon over its gold, keeping them stored in his heart and locked up tight. Whenever Bruce came at him again with words to tear him down, he could look back at his treasure trove of moments like this and not completely fall apart. Bruce sighed and pushed himself to his feet, his joints popping as he moved. Jason cringed at the sound while Bruce didn't even seem affected by it, nonchalant about the fact that this city was going to put him in an early grave. "I'll save you a spot at the table just in case you have time to stop by."

"What's for dessert?" He found himself asking before he could rein in his mouth.
"I believe Alfred was planning on baking cookies. He says we should celebrate for going three days without having to stich anyone up."
"He shouldn't jinx us like that."
"So are you saying I should tell Alfred not to bake celebratory cookies?"
"And have me face the wrath of the entire family? No thanks." Jason crumpled up the burger paper and stuffed it in the bag, picking up his drink and taking a long swig of it to avoid meeting his father's gaze. "Maybe if I have time I'll swing by. Still gotta check up on my gang you know?" Once again, instead of rising the the jab, Bruce simply nodded in understanding.
"I'm sure the others would appreciate it." He hesitated before reaching out and ruffling his curls, the leather of his gloves scraping pleasantly along his scalp. "I love you, Jaylad. Hopefully, I'll see you at the manor." Jason leaned into the gesture, his eyes closing behind his domino mask. He could almost imagine being Robin again, the past years nothing but a bad dream. The two of them had just finished up patrol and were about to head home where Alfred and dinner awaited.
However that was nothing but a fleeting fantasy. Jason Peter Wayne-Todd had died and whoever he had come back as was not Robin, and certainly not Bruce Wayne's son.
Bruce pulled away and Jason allowed himself a moment to mourn the loss before rebuilding the walls around his heart. Every damn time, Bruce effortlessly wrecked them and he had to pick up the pieces to try and protect himself again. Even so, he couldn't hold back his words, emotions flowing out of him too easily when it came to Bruce.
"I love you too, dad." Bruce froze before he smiled down at him warmly, tension slipping out of his body to leave him open and vulnerable. Jason tamped down the urge to send a barb his way, content to enjoy this fragile moment of peace between them before it was inevitable broken again. Rather than respond, Bruce simply pulled his cowl up and his father was all at once replaced by the persona of the Bat. He stepped off the ledge and disappeared into the shadows beneath. Jason didn't even bother to check, picking up the hiss of the grapple gun easily amidst the din of Gotham's night song. He sighed and calculated how much time would be necessary for arranging his plans before coming to the decision that he could spare at least half an hour at the Manor. He would need to savor this time with his father and family before he shattered their bonds completely.
After all, he had grand plans of hunting down Joker's last known location and finally putting down that psycho like Batman never would.
With that done, maybe Jason Todd would finally die because what was he to do when the vengeance that shaped his resurrection was complete?

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