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Red Hood is a crime lord and wants to take revenge on Batman.
Jason Todd is just a kid and wants his dad.Bookmarked by Bringthestupidback
06 Feb 2026
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Short sweet concussed Jason crawling into his dad's bed after a nightmare
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Jason Todd wakes up six stories under with dust in his mouth.
... It's a good thing he's not alone this time.
Bookmarked by Bringthestupidback
06 Feb 2026
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Jason is trapped again but not alone. Bruce helps free them and calm his dissociating son.
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Jason is following Bruce one day, when the man suddenly changes up his schedule and does something Jason never expected...
(Bruce visits Jason's grave and Jason watches.)
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Bookmarked by Bringthestupidback
03 Feb 2026
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Small short fix it fic post resurrection. Bruce cries at his grave and beckons his son home.
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If my bones are so hollow, why can I feel the blood? by gigineedssaving
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Red Hood: Lost Days
08 Oct 2025
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Killing today was not in his original plan.
It wasn’t his fault everything turned out worse than anyone could’ve imagined.
He should’ve known better.
To sum it up: Jason kills, Bruce forgets how to communicate like a human being, and Jason isn’t exactly a pro in that area either. A lot of yelling, a lot of crying, call it an impromptu therapy session.
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02 Feb 2026
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Favorite fic. Very well written father and son angsty conversation. Healed wounds and comforting family.
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Jason lay sprawled on the floor of his apartment, his body betraying him with every shallow breath. He didn’t know what was happening, only that his system was failing, shutting down piece by piece, like his body had finally decided to give up on him. Tears burned his eyes as he cried, helpless, the sound swallowed by the silence of the room.
Anger twisted inside him, sharp as the wounds themselves. He hated himself for being so stubborn, for refusing to ask for help when he’d needed it most. Why couldn’t he have swallowed his pride? Why did he always push everyone away?
The helplessness was familiar, too familiar. It dragged him back to that warehouse floor years ago, the cold concrete beneath him, the certainty of death pressing down. He wanted to scream, to rage against it, but he couldn’t — because deep down he knew this feeling. He was going to die.Bookmarked by Bringthestupidback
01 Feb 2026