etrayalogs | you hear i'm declaring war; open-ish

Entry tags:

you hear i'm declaring war; open-ish

WHO: Jason Todd (Titans), Bruce Wayne (The Batman), Jason Todd (WFA), Chrissy (Stranger Things) and others
WHEN: January, right after his canon update to post-death
WHERE: The Tower, Nova City, will update as needed
WHAT: Jason experiences his death and has Feelings about it.
NOTES\WARNINGS: DEFINITE mentions of violence and death, paranoia, fighting, etc.

Cause I Hit What I Aim For (Bruce Wayne, The Batman)
[Jason is busy scrambling eggs for him and Bruce in the kitchen when it happens. In one moment, he's stirring the eggs, hand on the handle of the pan and in the next, Jason disappears. Right out of Etraya's window of existence. The pan clatters to the floor, eggs spill onto the tile, but there's no sign of Jason. Another beat passes and then Jason is suddenly standing back at the stove-top, looking pale, his eyes distant before they roll back in his head and he collapses down into the mess of eggs. His head barely misses the edge of the counter as he goes down.

He stares blankly up at the ceiling, completely unaware of anything around him as the memories of the crowbar, that twisted face, play beneath the surface.]

Cause I Might End the Game For You (Jason Todd, WFA)

[Rest is what's been prescribed for Jason after he emerged from his apparent death at the hands of the Joker, but he can't stay helpless in a bed just waiting for the Joker to show up in Etraya. So he takes his new bike and runs, deeper into Nova City. He glances up to see a familiar face and his anger suddenly stokes white hot in his chest as he begins a pursuit.]

Hey! Asshole!

[He'll carry out this chase as long as needed to get up high enough to fight the older Jason. Why didn't they warn him?]

Could Laugh It Off and Keep Running (Chrissy, Stranger Things)

[The first moment he can escape Bruce, Jason runs. He takes to his bike and speeds across town to one person he knows he can trust, who has been there for him every step of the way. He nearly crashes as his disorientation continues to cloud his mind. He climbs the stairs two, then three at a time. He doesn't knock so much as bang on the door. He's determined to get in, to hide, to find comfort where he can.]

Chrissy!

[He's probably disturbing her neighbors but he doesn't fucking care. When she does open the door, he's pale, shaking, and sweating.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I has having nightmares. [Of a fall nearly to his death after a tangle with Deathstroke.]

He had like six profiles.

[Not only is it upsetting to hear how similar their stories are but how extreme this particular Bruce seems to be. It's not right]

Completely removed you? Not just a temporary bench?

I was already benched. Made me talk to Leslie and then it wasn’t fucking enough.

[Jason crumbles.]

I wasn’t enough. So I had to prove I could do it.

[Hence the Joker.]

He should've been there for you. Actually fucking support you like a real parent.

[God, what is it about Bruce Waynes across the multiverse that make him so poor in emotionally helping?]

I got benched as Robin. Overheard him talking to Alfred about how I was getting too angry. How I was losing it.

[Jason pauses, tears sliding down his face as he stares.]

Did he make you see Leslie?

[Jason shakes his head]

He didn't get a chance to make me go. I ran away from the manor after that.

[He makes a humorless huff]

Guess I proved his point when that happened. I wound up walking around Crime Alley to cool down. Back to old familiar grounds, right?

[Jason nods and the similarity is uncanny as fuck.]

I had to prove I could--

[Jason shakes his head again, burying face in his arms.]

Fuck.

You didn't want to go back to being a Crime Alley street rat. Being Robin was too important.

[Jason's tone isn't accusatory. He's speaking directly from his own experience]

[Jason lifts his head just enough to look at the older version of him.]

Yeah. Jason Todd ate out of dumpsters, Robin... was everything.

[Jason nods sadly. He'll never forget what it was like when he was homeless]

Being Robin was like magic. You didn't have to steal tires or hubcaps anymore just to scrap by.

[Jason nods his head as emotion overcomes him again. Losing Robin-- he couldn't, he just couldn't lose Robin.]

Yeah.

When I went back to Crime Alley, I found out my mom was actually a stepmom. My biological mom was still around. After that, I used the old man's funds to go to Ethiopia to find her.

[Jason takes a slow, deep breath before making himself continue with the story]

It was there I met the Joker. Turns out he had been blackmailing her. B had been tracking down the Joker as well and we decided to work together again.

[Even years after his death, Jason still struggles with telling anyone about what happened. But if there's anyone who needs to hear it, it's his younger self]

[Jason almost doesn't want to hear this. It's a different version of the tale that ends the same way.]

He beat you. Didn't he.

[Quietly]

Yeah. We tracked him down to a warehouse. Joker's goons were also hauling his Joker toxin disguised as medical supplies. B decided to go after them and told me to just watch over the warehouse.

[Jason's own breathing becomes a little more shallow as he continues to recall his worst memories]

But my biological mom was in there with that monster. I couldn't just stand there.

Edited 2026-01-04 23:12 (UTC)

[Jason hates this. How their stories compare. Jason wasn't defending anyone innocent, just a bruised ego. His older version at least died doing something worthwhile, not that it makes any of this better.]

Fuck.

[Jason won't look down at his younger self for wanting to prove himself. He intimately knows just how important being Robin was. They had both made Robin their entire lives. Until it wasn't anymore.

Jason takes a deep slow breath and exhales before he resumes taking]

Ra's al Ghul. Talia al Ghul. Lazarus Pit. League of Assassins. Do any of those sound familiar to you?

[There's more to what happened with Sheila Heywood. That in itself is a different kind of trauma that Jason doesn't want to focus on for now. His younger self needs help first]

[Jason looks up at the older version of him and frowns.]

No. Should it?

[Back home, he's in a body bag, not yet touched by the Lazarus Pit.]

Don't know. It's possible they don't exist or they do exist but going by different names in your world.

[Too many damn possibilities in the multiverse]

Back in my world, the League of Assassins is a cult lead by Ra's al Ghul. Talia is his daughter. Her and B used to have an intense relationship but you can imagine how well that went.

Ra's has been around for centuries because he dips himself in Lazarus Pits. Somehow, those waters can reverse aging. They... they can also resurrect someone back from the dead.

That’s fucked up. [Jason tries to search his panicked mind for anything familiar.]

I don’t remember coming back to life. I woke up here on Bruce’s floor. Looking like a freak of nature

It might happen differently for you.

[Or maybe it won't at all and it becomes a different kind of tragedy. Jason doesn't want to think too hard about that path though]

Coming back from the dead wasn't a walk in the park for me. I... I don't really remember. Just a lot of green. I came out of the Lazarus Pit screaming and out of my mind.

[That sounds like insult to injury: to be fed to some mystic pit and forced back to life.]

That really sucks, man.

[Jason softly huffs. It feels strange to commiserate with himself but there aren't many who can bond with him like this]

No kidding. After I came back to life, I... did a lot of bad things. Sometimes I still wonder how much of it was because of the Lazarus Pit madness and how much of it was because there was just always something in me.