It’s Okay, I Didn’t Need My Heart Anyway 😭😭😭😭

they're meant for each other or something

Tumblr usernames are so funny, "the ghost of jason todd started following you" okay well can he stop

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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"He slipped"

Batman (1940) issue 424

Pursuit Predator Robin, Go!

I think that Tim should be in cross country and like to run marathons. Why? Idk it just fits him

He looked at normal track and thought it was too boring so like a psychopath, he chose to run for longer.

Imagine if there was some criminal and they were running away.

Nightwing: Red Robin

*he's a runner he's a track star*

Even with pounds of heavy equipment, he's out running all of them with pure stamina. You think you got rid of him? Nah, you look behind and see that guy behind you, he will win with pure patience, he is inevitable.

All the criminals are scared out of their wits bc of him, Tim does not give up, it is not in his nature

Today’s the day!!

i don't usually ship those two but this is cute. Maybe an idea for the future

I love a teen Jason who has a big fat crush on Dick. He sees him and he can't help to feel all nervous and shit, because Dick is just beautiful in every aspect like that. Dick sometimes is a jerk, but he also understands why and can't really blame him, but then Dick is really nice and sweet with him and oh, Jason is so helpless. Jason waits for the next time they'll meet with excitment, because Dick cares for him, because Dick knows how to stop him but also knows how to let him fly. And then he dies. And then he comes back.

He thinks he's already past all that, you know, being all sad and angry at Bruce, at the world, doesn't really give him space to think about anything else. He lives with that, because even if he had the time to give it a thought, he knows he'll never get to anything. And then he sees him again.

He has shorter hair, he is just a little bit taller than what he remembers, but Jason is also taller than him. He's wearing a tight black with blue suit, and his smile even in risky situations is still there, perfect and beautiful as ever. He looks more composed, much more mature but his voice and laugh is a jovial as it used to. He moves in control and grace, with freedom that only the experience grants only a few.

Then they meet eyes.

And God, Jason is so fucking helpless.

when u grow up

Oh no my heart 💔💔💔

Magic is a fickle thing, so when the things go down the hill for the Batfamily, and they accidentally (temporarily) regain a copy of little Jason in his Robin era, they both delighted and confused.

Naturally, no one really minds getting Jaybin for a day - Bruce, Alfred, Dick and Barbara all circle around the lost child, talking, offering anything and everything, hugging and kissing his freckled cheeks. Those family members who didn't know him before are no less enamoured. He is polite, nothing like a brash boy they always imagined him to be. He listens to Tim curiously, legs tucked under his chin, happily calls Cass and Steph his big sisters, helps Damian with taking care of animals, and endlessly giggles at Duke's jokes.

Everything is so... nice. What they are worried about, is their Jason's reaction. For the most of it, they expect him to be mad. Offended. Maybe frustrated.

When Jason stumbles inside the Batcave, freezing on the doorstep at the sight of himself, much younger and bubblier, everyone is silent. Dick coughs awkwardly, almost imagining what could happen, and tries to soften a blow:

"Little Wing--"

But there is no need for that. Not really.

Because their Jason stares at little Robin with delight. In awe, even. His whole face softens, and he slowly steps closer, reaching out for a kid.

"Hey, kiddo."

The sheer vulnerability in his voice, confuses others even more.

Jason stares at a kid as if he sees something so dear and lost, and it is strangely baffling. His smiles grow wider when the Second Robin shyly waves at him.

"Come here," Jason encourages him. Once the kid climbs in his arms, he whispers in the crown of his head: "Welcome home, little hero."

And suddenly, it all makes sense.

Because, of course, Jason loves and loved this child.

After all, it is the same one, who he spent protecting from the evil tongues of his own family for years.

When ur brutally murdered son comes back from the dead with pure unfiltered rage