Jason Todd

Oh, hell. HELL!  *holds arms out, looks down at herself* this is fuckin' ridiculous... and not fucking funny, either!

Teach me to mess with a mage, right? Damn. She says I'm a woman until I shed my first blood. Look. She's a nice lady and all, but she's batshit.

So far, I've tried killing someone.   The other possibilities, according to my research, is menstruation or sex.

And I'm not a virgin, so there went that...  So that means approximately a month with boobs and hips. 

*sighs* And getting my ass kicked because I fight like a man. *gestures wryly to her bruised face* I can't even turn a flip, my center of balance is off. I had to run like hell.  That's not all that easy when your pants are falling off and you lost a boot a few roofs back.  *wry grin*

I want to be male again.  Please.  Look, I have nothing against women- I find women attractive.  And I know plenty of women who can kick my ass.  But that's the problem! They're WOMEN. I'm not. I'm me, and me is male.

Hell.  *sighs* anybody got scissors?  My hair grew, and it's a leash I really don't need.

The nice thing is... well... four or five people offered me a trip to a hospital, card to women's shelters', and money handed to me.  Are people kinder to women?  I just don't know what to make of things.

I'll be lying low.

Prompt: 21 -life as the opposite gender
Word Count: 233
Muse: Jason 'Jane' Todd
Fandom: DC comics AU

Muse: Jason Todd
Prompt: week 13- work
Word Count: A lot, sorry.

( I work as a volunteer. )

I'm a man, in a man's world.

There were two women in my life, and if they were strong or weak... you can decide that. I don't think about them much, mostly. 

Catherine Todd was my mother.  She kissed skinned knees, wiped bloodied noses, and told me to not start fights.  She made me do my homework, and when I was small, she made me my meals and worked  hard to make sure I had the things I needed.  She also made sure I got a toy for Christmas. That was a big deal to a little kid.

She got sick. I took care of her, best's I could, but I wasn't much more'n a kid, myself, then.  I was a little runt who was working too hard, and mama knew it.  Sometimes I wonder if she died on purpose, because now I'm older I know the cancer wouldn't've eaten her so fast.

The autopsy reports were lost in the 'quake. Nobody ever told me, though I guess if CPS had caught me they would've told me, but they didn't, and I dunno.

Sheila... now that woman was my other mother.  She had me inside her for the better part of nine months.  Then she handed me to my good for shit dad and left me, knowing full well he was good for shit.

When I found her, I thought I'd found someone to kiss a bloody knee better, or someone I could take care of. 

I found someone who'd carry me and leave me for dead if it suited her.



There've been other women in my life, I guess, but they were only fleeting moments of beauty, they certainly never left a strong enough impression on me to remember if they were stro...ng...

No, wait.  Wait a minute, I nearly forgot.

Diana. She's the strongest woman I know.

Even if she did think I was Dick, like Donna did, but she said sorry real quick and ruffled my hair and looked beautiful.

Mongul almost killed her before Superman started fighting him, and before I dropped the Black Mercy on his stupid yellow ass.

So I guess I protected her, too.

She would've been a great kisser, though.

Oh, think clean thoughts, would you?

...I think I  need to go drink. Heavily. Preferably until I forget 'em all.

Word Count: 388
Muse: Jason Todd
Fandom: DC comics
Prompt: Strong Woman/ week 9

"The Great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain."

 

I'm not very good at art, then, I guess.  I remember heaven, how it felt to have no more pain, nothing bad, no hunger, either, which is sometimes the worst pain… and I feel all those things now.

 

I'm hungry, and when I eat I know it won't last, and it lets me feel the other hurts, the aching scar from Bruce, bruises from work, cuts from the same, aches and pain and life.  I guess you're saying it's art.

 

I don't like art.

 

Word Count 99

Week 6

Muse Jason Todd

Fandom: DC comics, Batman

 

So. This's my introduction. M'names' Jason Todd, I'm the second Robin. The one who died and came back batshit crazy and bloodthirsty.

Still am a little bit nuts, some days. Some days, not so bad.

Some days, I don't give a flying fuck, either way.

One of these days I'll figure it out, though.