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they make me physically ill

“Hell is other people” not in a ‘oh no I hate people and don’t want to meet them’ way but in a ‘I am trapped by the perspectives and views that other people have on me, no matter where I run, therefore hell is located in them’ way

Headcanon that Jason never learned how to drive but kind of figured it out and drives alright. For the most part. Okay, he's not a good driver, and in all honesty, this is probably canon since I doubt he ever took driver's ed but here are some scenes to consider:

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Dick: The car in front of you is slowing down. Slow down. Jason slow down. JASON SLOW THE FUCK DOWN.

Jason: Okay! Okay! Calm down, it's hard to tell when the car in front of you is slowing down anyways.

Dick: Yeah that's why cars come with brake lights. You know, the things on the back of the car? That go off when the driver is breaking?

Jason: ...OH so that's what those mean.

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Jason: Damn this road is so dark, I genuinely cannot see.

Tim: Turn on your brights.

Jason: The what?

Tim: *sigh* Twist the stick thingy.

Jason: Oh my god have these been there the entire time?

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*Jason driving alone and fumbling with lots of different buttons and switches to try and find where the windshield wipers are in loony toones esc fashion*

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Damian (who is currently in drivers ed): You can turn left now.

Jason: You can only turn right on red.

Damian: Yeah but it's a one way onto another one way. You can turn left in red.

Jason: This feels illegal.

Damian: I promise you it isn't.

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Damian (before he took drivers ed): Aren't we suppose to exit at some point?

Jason (currently on his third lap around the roundabout): Yeah I'm just... Scared.

wahoo finished this in time for superbat week day 5: tired dads!!

Assisting the homie on Roblox fashion show

GIVE ME THAT

I think reading folktales is the best antidote to Cinemasins everything-needs-a-logical-explanation brainrot, and by folktales I don't mean the disneyfied versions made to fit modern narrative sensibilities of three act structure and want versus need character arcs, I mean the unprocessed versions harvested straight from the mouth of some elderly european hick and thrown straight into the page with no revisions. The ones where a frog hops from inside a bathtub to tell the queen she's with child then disappears never to be seen again, where a chopped arm can grow anew from its stump like a willow, where a mother gives birth to a talking baby riding a goat. Some of you could use a bit of dreamlike absurdity with no explanation but the themes it represents, not the mechanics that allow it.

they have a literal ancestral manor to hang out in but they choose to break into jason’s apartment while he’s out. they’re playing jackbox and accusing dick of being the faker. (it’s steph.)

"jason todd they could never make me hate you" y'all have clearly not played batman: arkham knight (2015) and fought his stupid ass fucking tank.

Fics where Batman's identity gets revealed with his death and the robins just keep on doing their shit are so funny.

Tim Drake at his CEO job like: yes, our father Bruce Wayne was batman. No, none of us know the identities of his associates that have our exact built and haircuts. No further questions.