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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
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
