Talia, Who Can Hear Damian's Voice But Can't See Him : Red Hood, Where Is Damian?

getting back into the swing of things by making ref sheets for myself (kinda)

Family picture

Bruce was not invited

forgot to post full image

‘Dick looks like Bruce’

‘Jason looks like Bruce’

Your wrong

Jason and dick look like eachother

They get mistaken for twins or bio siblings all the time

Jason hates it

Dick loves it

oh def. Jason DOES love it, but only when he can use it to cause chaos for Dick

Jason: *saunters into Dick’s office* hey bro Dick: *sighs* yeah? Jason: brought you some doughnuts. Ya know, gotta endear myself to your coworkers somehow. Other cops: *staring* Jason: *waving cheerily* anyway. Toodles! And remember, if dickie here breaks the law—I don’t know him, and our birth certificates mean shit because I’m technically dead anyway! Dick: *puts head in hands* cop: *grabbing a doughnut* that was . . . Your twi— dick: no 😐

If you haven’t read The Hellblazer’s Apprentice, by @bluelotuswrites this is your sign. Necromancer Jason, magic apprentice Jason, magic mentor Constantine, all blades Jason, sass and ghosts, what’s not to love?

Hehe the death of Jason todd

Notice how he slowly dims yeah he's a lamp

Batsiblings convince Jason to get himself a cooking Tiktok account, and he gives in. To his surprise, he quickly gains millions of followers and a loyal auditory. The only problem? Jason has no idea that these people came here not necessary for recipes.

Jason: Geez, my followers had been pissing me off lately.

Dick, confused: Huh? Why?

Jason: They keep commenting ATE. Like, dude? Fucking where? I am not eating in my cooking videos. What is the fucking point?

Tim, choking: Oh my fucking God-

Jason, making an angry text post for his followers: YOU ALL. STOP COMMENTING "RAW". MY MEAT IS NOT RAW. I AM A PROPER COOK. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

Cassandra: Maybe it is time to tell him...

Tim, Steph, Duke, in unison: NO

Bruce, awkwardly trying to have a conversation with Jason: Hey, lad, how is your cooking blog is going?

Jason: Uh, people keep commenting cryptid messages. Like, the last time I was showing the right way to tenderise meat for chops because apparently it wasn't clear and someone requested the whole video? Anyway, I did it, and the whole comment section was writing me "in bed, on the floor, on the couch, on a chair, against the wall, against the window, against the door"... Like, why would I do that, not in the kitchen?

Bruce, no less clueless: Maybe it some kind of challenge. Kids love trying new stuff in extreme places nowadays.

Jason: Huh. Maybe. Thanks.

Bruce, just proud to have a proper conversation and somehow a help: Anytime, Jaylad!

Damian, who was unblissfully educated on the slang matter by Tim (because it was his responsibility as a big brother to traumatise him), with his eye twitching: ...None of these words were in Quran

The reason behind Bruce Wayne’s headaches:

Jason Todd as Zuko because i love my traumatized, scarred boys with suppressed anger and daddy issues who just want some validation from their parental figures

Bonus doodle

Jason: yo, whatcha doin’? Damian: *arms crossed, glaring out the window* Father forbade me from moving out Jason: well you are like fiv— Damian: is this not called the land of the free? Jason: Damian: how can I be free, held within these walls like a canary in a coal mine? Forbidden from spreading my wings? Jason: bro you ain’t even in middle school yet, turn off the teenage angst and have one of the cookies I brought you Damian: *huffs and petulantly accepts the cookie* Jason: why’d’ya even wanna move out anyway? Damian: Jason: Damian: . . . Father said he would not allow me to house a tiger here, which I find unacceptable Jason: Jason: you. Have a tiger? Damian: *frowning* have I not mentioned this before? You must have seen her during your time in the League, Akhi. She was but a cub then Jason: KID, YOU KNOW I WAS HIGH AS A KITE ON GREEN ANGER JUICE WHILE I WAS RHERE. THE ONLY THINGS I CARED ABOUT WERE YOU, THAT ONE DESSERT MADE IN THE KITCHENS WITH RICE, AND THE EXTREMELY ENTICING IDEA OF BURNING THIS MANOR TO THE GROUND. YOU KNOW MY MEMORY OF THAT TIME IS SPOTTIER THAN DICK’S ABILITY TO ACCEPT PHONE CALLS. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD REMEMBER A FUCKIN CAT? I AINT EVEN A CAT PERSON Damian: *arches brow* really? You were the one to help me bottle feed her. She slept in your lap most nights. Jason: Jason: this is manipulation Damian: 🥺 Jason: Jason: fine. She can stay at my house. But you’re explaining this to Dickie.