Knight In Shiny Armor

Poor lil baby Jason ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

I would love to make an actual full comic someday but that will not happen anytime soon

— chemistry so good that a whole generation believed they're married.

idek where i see myself in five days 😭😣

"Where do you see yourself in five years"

I don't know, how about you ask my future self

we need to talk about smth guys bc i've been seeing a lot of problems with it when it's really not that deep. jason todd can be mean, he can be cruel and a completely horrible person at times. so it's not mischaracterization for him to be written like that in dark content and fics. it's mischaracterization when you believe he's the sweetest being who wouldn't harm a soul. just because in your heart he's not like that doesn't mean that's how he's written. y'all do know he uses guns & he was a mob boss at one point, right? he's been through a lot but he has also harmed others and is very capable of doing so again. so please do not hate on fics with version or characterization just because you don't like it. you can ignore the fic and live your 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.

@giftober 2024 | Day 4: Slow Motion ↳ Raj and Simran's private little moment in Mehndi Laga ke Rakhna

I drew a lot of jasons muehehhe