okay contrary to a previous post i made: what if jason wrote fanfiction but it became a MC Daredevil situation where literally everyone knew his identity but he just waves them off
Jason: *writing A/N* here you go guys, sorry, something came up with my job comments: we all know it was the warehouse penguin blew up. its all over the news jason: *responding* idk what you're even talking about dude, i don't own a tv. how could a flightless avian blow up a warehouse
jason: this chapter's gonna be a little dark cuz that's my mood this week comments: is it because they took you off the earth's greatest threats list? jason: they wh---no of course not
jason: *posts* comments: we missed you red hood! jason: idk who that guy is but he sounds cool
jason: ugh, have you guys seen the new episode? shit's horrible. here's a fix-it. comments: do you . . . perhaps . . . think its horrible because they misused the gun props . . . jason: no i was talking about x character dying but YES OH MY GOD THAT PART HURT ME TO WATCH comments: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
comments: so when r u going to change your ao3 name to redhood? jason: i fucking swear if one more of you moterfuckers insinuates that i am the gotham vigilante known as the red hood i will withhold five of my most recently written chapters from the entire fucking lot of you comments: . . . you'd never jason: fuck
comments: you have an interestinly in-depth and expanisve kowledge of firearms jason: well, we all have hobbies jason: mine was born out of fear of the ao3 author curse. ima fuckin shoot the thing the moment i see it comin comments:
pirate who's worried mermaids are gonna fuck his girlfriends: me fear fish want me women
Jason was going to kill whoever was selling drugs to kids in the alley.
The boy on the ground was shaking, barely breathing, and coughing up blood. The poor guy was coming down from a seizure, almost suffocating on his own spit.
Luckily, Jason saw him on time and was able to help put him in a safe position. He almost had a heart attack seeing a kid having an overdose in a lonely alley.
He rubbed the kid's back, trying to stimulate breathing, begging internally for his heart to keep beating.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
The black-haired teenager kept mumbling between breaths, muscles twitching like a dying bug.
Jason could only try and help as much as he could. He wasn't going to call an ambulance, since unfortunately, there was a high chance that his call was going to be rejected due to the location and nature of the emergency.
Drug overdose was too common; they would tell you to make sure they don't choke and hang up on you.
"I'm sorry..."
"Shh... It's alright, you're going to be okay..."
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What a shitty, shitty day.
It hit him like a truck, the pain in his chest.
He was just walking back to his hotel room after visiting Gotham University, when it started.
Danny compleatly fucking forgot about his death day.
He was able to drag himself into an empty alley, trying not to die of embarrassment as he was starting to feel his arm tingle.
This was going to suck.
Damian: Brother, I request the uppies
Dick: okay? *picks Damian up*
Damian: *turns to Tim* Observe and weep, foolish mortal, for I have achieved your greatest dreams with nothing but a mere order. Bask in my greatness and despair, for I will take everything you ever desired, I will achieve such feats your name will be nothing but a footnote in my legend. Fear me, insect, for I have become everything you cannot, I am the superior Robin and, once these imbeciles understand this fact, you will receive what you deserve.
Tim: *drinks tea while leaning on a wall* big words for a toddler that just asked for "uppies"
Damian:...
Dick: now, there's no need to be mean, I'm sure Damian just wanted to make some conversation...
*devolves into argument*
Jason: *sitting on desk* this is pretty much the reason I keep coming to the cave
Steph: *eats popcorn* seriously, this is golden
Jason: ohh~ Bruce is going over
Steph: oho! this is getting good
Alfred: *drinks tea* indeed
Scott: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is— Stiles: Cenotaph. Scott: What? Derek: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honoring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph. Scott:I'm… not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own. Stiles: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and re-interred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing. Scott: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish. Derek, shrugging: So it's a temporary cenotaph. Scott: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity. Stiles, nodding: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.
Peter always hiding his injuries cause they’re usually from fighting villains, and one day he gets attacked while as Peter Parker and it makes the news but he still goes to an event (cause he’s always either missing them or showing up late cause of his Spidey stuff so he tries to show when he can)
And his friends, who just saw him get injured on tv, are watching him walk around, slightly hunched over, a bit pale and shaky, trying to pretend he’s not injured, and are all realizing with various levels of horror that Peter actually always looks like that, so how often is he showing up to events hella injured??
A fun little headcannon is that everyone believes Jason to prefer paperback and physical paper but he honestly doesn't care. Maybe it stems from his Robin days reading for hours in the manor library. Or how'd he always tell Bruce to write down the details of the case to solve it faster. Or even that they needed to have physical copies of each file in case the Batcomputer got hacked. It just stuck with Bruce and by extension everyone believes it.
But like he would totally love an eReader with how many books you can fit on it. Audio books are even better because he can listen to them anywhere. The man likes the stories people have to tell. How he consumes it isn't a concern. But of course he has a flare for dramatics so he plays into this misconception.
Steph: Jason, I know you'd prefer a physical book but I got a Kindle that you could use more than me.
Jason who already owns the newest model takes it and chucks it at the floor: Disgusting.
Tim at the Batcomputer: Why do we need to write up a report for Condiment King of all people. Its the third one this month!
Jason: Back in my day we would hand write each and every report.
Dick: No we didn't???
Jason magically pulling out a file cabinet with said case files.
Jason: Honestly we should start doing that again let me go ask Bruce.
Bruce: Honestly if you'd wait five more minutes someone would have come in as backup. You don't need to do everything on your own Hood.
Jason completely ignoring him because he's got books downloaded on his helmet.
Damian next to him knowing what Jason is up to because he did the exact same thing with Ra's.
YES, YES!
i think Jason loves paperback when it is his already favourite books, the ones he knows he loves and wants to annotate and explore — otherwise, he prefers to try books in e-version first. or borrow books from the library if he is in the mood. he strikes me as someone who loves supporting local libraries! plus, listens audio-books on missions and during work-outs, yep, yep.
do other family members have a wrong opinion in that in their minds because Bruce is the "heard my kid mentioning something once, now i think their whole personality evolves around this thing" type of parent sometimes? oh, fucking absolutely. does Jason love to play on the stereotype of "boomer" sibling? yeah— lol.
also, he is a type of kid who would remind the teacher about homework (i think he genuinely cared about this as a kid and didn't understand why everyone got mad, but now he knows WHY, and he will do it EVERYONE'S problem) and combined with him, writing reports on papers, i raise you this:
Bruce, tired by the end of the patrol: Had we discussed everything? Hadn't I forgotten something?
literally everyone but Jason, quickly: no, no, we are fine. ha-ha.
Jason, appearing behind them: well. actually. we all now should write our reports.
Bruce: oh, right.
Jason, smirking: here is mine, by the way. i wrote it while you are all was bickering.
Bruce: so competent! thank you, lad.
Other kids, fuming: -_-
also, the image of Jason blasting audio-books through his helmet is frying me. so, get this:
Dick: Jason is so suspiciously calm for the last few days! like, seriously. proud of him.
Tim: right? it is actually hilarious. Bruce was screaming at him yesterday, and Jason was just staring at him silently, no word, no remark... he was so quiet that Bruce instantly felt bad and apologised. like. master-tecnique. lol.
Jason, who was listening to audio-book all this time, and didn't even hear what Bruce said, just nodded when he started randomly hugging him and murmuring "my baby": whatever.