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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.
Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.
So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.
But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:
'God, he is just a kid...'
'He must be younger than my son.'
'Poor child...'
He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.
'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'
Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.
It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.
And they love him just as much.
He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.
And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.
inspired by a friend misspeaking
I still get excited when my friends refer to me as their friend
"My friend said" "this is my friend" "they're my friend"
Im freaking out inside every time
batman shooting somebody is crazy itself. BUT AT HIS SON?? DIABOLICAL.
clark reupload
edit: forgot the sweater comic
"You could just use ai" yeah well I could also just kill you.
So slay
My Little Alpaca: Herding is Magic
inspired by the beautiful variant cover by stephen byrne
he totally gives me phantom thief vibes!
I don't think people understand or grasp the comedic and fluff potential of Jason's goons gentle parenting / KNOWING he's young without knowing he's young.
They debate on his age, most settling between 16-20, but nine of them think he's twenty-one, but then again, they also suspect he doesn't have an I.D. They know he's a legal citizen, he's giving t the accent and Gothamite-born-and-raised attitude, but they don't freaking know, man.
Jason died when he was fifteen and lived with assassin ninjas for the next four years after rising from the dead, as one does... He doesn't know EVERYTHING, and sometimes he does stupid, childish things.
His goons are adults, some have children, some have children Jason's age, they're mostly all older than him, and so they kinda just... Just take to it, sometimes?
They side eye the f%#& out it him when he smokes, like, is he ALLOWED to so that? Boss, what about your health?! You're still so young!?
And Jason isn't even entirely aware of it, he's independent, of course, but deep down he's still just a fifteen year old kid who didn't grow up properly. Forced to grow up to fast, then not at all, and he doesn't realize it, but his goons do.