Made a little comic book cover. it’s a comic to focus on Jason’s time at the league of assassin where Talia is a mother to him with Damian as his little brother. Kind of like lost days but with a little more focus on the lazarus pit recovery. Since Jason got his head bashed in to then be blown up, he lost a lot of his memories.
I might switch out the Batman title later for redhood instead but I didn’t find anything preexisting that worked. For now it’s Batman. I also created the FC (fan comics) logo kinda like DC’s. Lemme know what you guys think!
should Jason Todd be the magic robin? Not just the “Robin gives me magic” line but like have some legitimate magical proficiency. I was thinking maybe giving clues that if he didn’t die to joker that he could have been the justice league dark’s magic bat family guy.
Imagine Constantine and Jason snapping at each other about demon identification and the best way to kill a given monster. Jason doing all the research before they start a job and clearing whiskey bottles off his desk. like how funny would it be for Constantine to think that Jason is just some pretentious rich kid and keep pushing his buttons until Jason shows off some street kid savvy and accepts a cig just this once after a mission that went particular to shit before going back to the manners Alfred taught him to uphold. Or Jason having to introduce himself and and clarifying he’s Jason Todd not Jason Blood and he can’t turn into Edrigan not now or ever.
guys, I’m very grateful that you like many of the adaptations I make of Barbara and Jason !! I clarify again that I only adapt them I do not realize the drawings all the drawings I look for in pinterest if you know the artists do not hesitate to write them :) ☺️
I was looking for something in my collection over the weekend and came across these #batmantas #bootleg figures I bought in #losangeles back in late 90s/early 2000. I like the flesh-faced Joker because he’s kind of like an OG #RedHood figure. I like the gold Batman because of the bonkers card and insert. It’s like an “everything but the kitchen sink” approach. What’s your favorite bootleg #actionfigure ? https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd82xbFOHvi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Last year I worked with my good friend @joefielder on a #batman vs #redhood mini comic. Unfortunately due to our schedules never got done, but wanted to share our concept, think redhood meets Steve McQueen #bullitt. Also collaborated with @eagle_3d to create an amazing prototype maquette. Unfortunately not enough interest so this never went to market. Who’d be interested in seeing this made for mass market? Cheers! #batman #conceptart #dccomics #fanart #digitalart #artwork #jasontodd #gotham #statue #3dprinting #prototype #jasontodd
about.a new neighbor arrives in town in the midst of a murder spree, but reader isn’t scared despite this new neighbor warning her.
warnings. small age gap, reader is of age, swearing, and mentions of murder
ricky rocks. this is to test the waters… next part will be a little frisky, but if this creates a negative outcome… i’ll let it be. this was also meant to be posted in october
well aren’t you a pretty sight.
dick always loved a pretty face. especially ones with doe eyes that shared a shy nature and kind hearted intentions. it made his heart swell and he couldn’t help but let it dwell on his mind the moment these feature entered his visions.
especially you.
oh,you.
the moment dick moved into this suburban area, he had expected nothing less than older couples waiting for their deathbed and newly started families with toddlers and golden retrievers that hosted block parties during july. it wasn’t something he was excited about, but it wasn’t something he minded. nothing that would bother him as he settled into a normal life; a life away from what chased him.
so, you; you and your wild eyes and smiling face was the last thing he expected within this newly paper cut life.
“i’m y/n,” your hand reached for his and he almost didn’t take it from how off putting your presences was.
“dick grayson,” his hands were cold and calloused and it almost made you jolt from your place on his porch. his facial features were rough with his lips pressed into a thin line giving you the impression your presences was unwanted with how unsure he was about you already.
it made you swallow roughly, diverting your eyes for a moment before removing your hand from his own, “i live next door, i’m just here to introduce myself and my parents.. even though my parents aren’t here,” you look back to him where his eyes were waiting for yours, full of skepticism, still trying to figure you out, still trying to decipher whether or not your presence was a threat. “welcome.”
welcome, indeed.
°•
the new life of suburbia suited dick rather well, more than he thought it would, and more than he would actually like to admit.
after your warm welcome, people had only then just begun to line and shake dick’s hand, welcoming him to the neighborhood. no matter how many people he met, he didn’t get used to it. he was still just as cold and as stiff when he first met you and it made you laugh as you’d watch from your porch swing.
it was more entertainment than a tv could bring; from the moment the door bell rang and you could see dick through his living room window let out a obvious and exhausted sigh, prying himself from his soft looking grey sofa, to the moment he’d have to accept the house warming gifts he could no longer deny. you shook your head as he had looked down at a pie neatly placed in his palms, looking completely disoriented as if he had no idea what to do with it.
“you’re supposed to eat it,” you called over to him, now fully drawing your attention away from your book, smiling in amusement as he slowly begun to look up at you; surprised.
“having fun over there?”
“much,” you shifted now on the porch swing you were sat on, trying your best to face him better. “i love watching people when they make there first encounter with another human being.”
he narrowed his brows, now seeming to walk closer to you with how much his deck allowed, “what’s that supposed to mean?” he set his pie down on the white railing so he could cross his arms, unintentionally flexing his tan biceps. it catches you off guard, your eyes now having a hard time deciding whether or not to focus on his face or his very.. hot arms..
“nothing,” you coughed, recovering, “it just seems like you’ve never met another person.. ever.”
the sound of a struggled laugh came from his mouth as he tipped his head down before looking back up at you, “that bad, huh?”
your face screwed up in enthusiasm, “just a little.”
he laughed a little, a genuine one that made your stomach jump in place. it was like only now you realized how attractive the man ten feet away from you was.
“you want this pie?” he lifted it up, motioning it your way to which you quickly denied, shaking your head.
“got one of those two years ago,” you kissed your teeth, “would not recommend eating.”
he smiled, nodding, “thanks for the advice.”
you could tell his sudden burst of socialism was dying as he shifted backwards on his feet, moving toward his front door. it made you frown but you moved faster than he could, making your own way to your front door, already waving him off, “well that’s what neighbors are for, dick grayson.”
he watched you close the door with a frown, a feeling of solitude instantly overcoming him with how abrupt that had suddenly became.
what was your rush?
°•
it was about another month till dick had had another interaction with you and he had found himself counting down the days till that moment.
life wasn’t so bright for him within those new days of a life he was still trying to get used to, but when he saw you; he felt quite opposite. until he shoved his foot down his throat, forcing himself away from the window where he’d see your face in the mornings.
but this interaction had occurred within the night where the sun was no where to be seen and the stars were what lighted up the sky. dick found it calming as he would stand outside for only a few minutes, allowing the cold and quiet midnight air to consume his skin- until it was disturb by you and your friends, sauntering up the sidewalk.
“your parents allow you out of the house this late?” he cursed at himself the moment his words filled the air, but he couldn’t help himself as he narrowed his vision on you, attempting to figure out how much of you was in their right mind.
you scoffed, taken aback by his question, “you’re not going to rat on me, are you dick?”
his lips twitch for a split second into an almost smile as he leaned forward onto his forearms on the deck railing. your words and head tilt reminded him of jason when he was much younger and filled to the brim with mischief.
“my parents are out of town, dick grayson,” you slaunted over to him, looking a little crooked and giving him the impression that you must have been tipsy. “not that it’s any of your business, but they’ll be gone till monday.”
it’s silent and he takes a moment to study your face; it being more brightened and filled with warmth from your red cheeks. you seemed more inviting, more relaxed, nothing could knock you from your high cloud at that moment and he could only guess it was from liquid courage, “you should come over sometime,” you smiled a little more, eyeing him just as he was you before leaning away and toward your house where your friends had already invited themselves in.
oh boy.
you were already so…
“you know it’s not smart to invite someone you don’t know inside,” he shift on his feet to face you where you had stopped to listen to his words, “especially with all that news going around about teenage girls getting killed because of their kind heart.”
you smiled to yourself before turning back around to face him, tilting your head once again in that jason-way, “i’m not scared.”
there was a large bearing within the month of october that lead to many women locking up their windows and doors tightly on fear of what laid outside. but even then, the reassurance of their locks and small security of closed drapes wasn’t enough as news of young women being targeted and murdered increased.
it was all over the news but still the least of your worries. you couldn’t see it, you couldn’t touch it, and you couldn’t hear about it if you avoided it well enough, so why worry? it wasn’t real until it was real.
“you should be,” dick nodded, his small smile gone and his face turned hard into stone and if you had noticed, you didn’t care and you didn’t let it show as you still smiled but shook your head. “it’s not safe for little girls like you.”
you scoffed, “i think the only thing i have to worry about is you.”
°•
your parents weren’t home by monday like promised, striking dick as strange, but you couldn’t help but care; enjoying the house to yourself. everything ran smoothly like it usually did; you woke up, you went to school, you came home, you did your homework and you watched tv.
it wasn’t until wednesday did you really worry and turned to your lovely next door neighbor for companionship.
and he was waiting.
“being in that big house all alone, of course you were scared,” he intended to sound teasing, a ghost of a smile riding up on his face, but you took him offense.
you were quick to punch his shoulder, “i’m not scared.” your eyes betray you as they shift around to the darkness of your neighborhood; they were slightly wide and practically pouring with ingenuousness. you suddenly looked a lot smaller than all other occurrences he had with you; no longer full with assertiveness nor any amusement.
“then i’m sure you don’t want to come inside-“
“don’t be silly, grayson, i know you’re all alone in here without me.”
he suppressed a smile as you made your way into his home as he extended the door open further, “i’m flatter you considered me to go to in this situation.”
“i mean you are more buff than my other neighbor sally,” you hummed examining the interior of his home with fascination, “i mean she is nearly 90, i expect you have more muscle mass than she does.” you look over to him to see a ghost of a smile on his face as he watches you quietly, “and you are the typical big-strong man that saves the day.”
“what?” his face screws up in confusion, willing you to explain.
“c'mon, grayson. you don’t see the way all the moms ogle at you in this neighborhood? it’s because you’re hot,” you shrug causing him to scoff. “and you are by definition the guy of every girls dream.”
he watches you sit comfortably on his chair while further explaining his role in every females mind. dick takes a seat on the couch, watching you with slight interest as you talked thoroughly–like this was something you thought about a lot.
“is that why you wanted me to come over?” he raised a brow and enjoyed the way your expression slightly dropped and turned red in embarrassment, not expecting him to be so blunt.
“very funny,” you try to play it off, but by the way he smiles, you know you’re caught. “i wouldn’t flatter yourself so much, dick. some of us are only trying to make friends.”
“really,” he raises his brow further, “is this what this is?”
“why wouldn’t it be?”
“you tell me.”
the two of you share a stare, one waiting for the other to break and let the truth loose–even as you were the only one with the ability to do this, you still waited, not wanting to break.
and you almost cracked too if it weren’t for the doorbell ringing.
Red Hood should not be part of the Bat Family. The two primary reasons I have for thinking this are as follows:
-It’s far more emotionally and dramatically poignant for him and Bruce to be doomed by their incompatible worldviews to forever be at odds despite their father/son bond. -There is actually no way he and a well written Cassandra Cain can co-exist. There is no version of the story where Cass finds out Batman has been working with a killer that doesn’t end in her storming in on Bruce mid board meeting, dropping Jason at his feet in a battered, broken heap along with her costume and telling him “retire, or you get the same.” In her eyes it would constitute an absolute, unforgivable betrayal of everything the bat was meant to stand for.
