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Wonder by itz_me_E
Fandoms: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem (Movie 2023), Tales of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2024)
18 Jan 2026
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When Leo was little, as in extra little and barely a cupboard tall, his favorite superhero wasn’t Batman like everyone would’ve guessed. As he grew older, he grew wiser and his taste in heroes changed. It became Batman like the top of Leo's imaginary podium had been made for him since the beginning of time.
And Leo couldn't think of a better guy to be like.
OR: Leo forgets to stop and smell the roses every once in a while, and childlike wonder is so easily lost in time.
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Jason felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. “Guys—” his voice cracked, “How about we talk this over? You’re the ones always preaching about excessive violence, aren’t you?”
Nothing but six exceedingly unfriendly stares.
“Fuck.”
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Bookmarked by karaim
25 Nov 2021
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A harsh, sucking breath turned into another. And another. The weight pressing him down was limp, the fingers around his throat slack.
Another breath, and his vision cleared. Another breath, and panic kickstarted back into gear—Jason writhed, scrambling to get Bruce off of him, ignoring the shrieking pain as broken bones were jostled. He fought his way free and didn’t stop until his back was pressed against the wall, his chest heaving.
Bruce was out cold on the ground. The door was still closed.
Jason curled up in the corner and tried to stop shaking.
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Because fear toxin is the gift that keeps on giving.
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Bookmarked by karaim
20 Jan 2026
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ch 9:
Jason gasped for breath, loud and heaving and wet, struggling to curl up, away from the danger, the threat, the cold feel of the metal bumps lodging into the hollow of his throat. He blinked against blurry vision, and followed the solid, dark line of the stick up, to a shaking hand, to the blue wings, to the expression of twisted rage and fear.
He couldn’t even swallow.
Nightwing twitched, and Jason reacted, rolling away before he could flick the electricity back on. The edge of escrima caught his dislocated shoulder though, and Jason couldn’t entirely strangle the scream as he scrambled back into the corner.
His whole face was throbbing, and half of it felt like it had melted. His right cheek was swollen, one eye blurry no matter how often he blinked, and the dissonance caused a spike of pain through his skull.
Nightwing hadn’t followed through on the strike—he was staring blankly into empty space, escrima lowered, shaking visibly. The sedative was lying near his feet, and Jason briefly entertained the thought of running for it, of grabbing the needle and slamming it home.
His cheekbone gave a particularly vicious throb and Jason curled up, dislocated arm resting in his lap, left knee up as he tucked his face into the corner, carefully resting his forehead against the wall so the swollen parts of his face weren’t pulsing against the rough material.
He stayed there, curled into as small a ball as he could manage with his broken bones, pressed into the corner, and prayed that he wouldn’t be noticed.
Nightwing began screaming, and Jason squeezed his eyes shut.
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Dick came back to himself with the taste of pennies on his tongue and rotting iron in the air. He felt twitchy, like he wanted to jump out of his skin, shuddering as his eyes darted around the small, enclosed space.
There was a chair wedged until a locked door handle. A single bulb, set into the ceiling. The room was bare—and Dick was momentarily sidetracked by his fingers, nails red and bleeding, throbbing in tune to the stinging scratches on his face.
The room was bare, except for the figure curled up in the corner.
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love to death by LinaRai
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Red Hood: Lost Days, Robin & Batman: Jason Todd
10 Jul 2025
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Red Hood’s plan imploded with Batman’s choice.
Time for Jason to improvise.
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While healing from a batarang-shaped hollow in his throat, Jason gets kidnapped.
It would be fine... if anyone had bothered to update Dick on who's hiding underneath the Red Hood helmet.
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- Part 1 of love enough and you'll love to death
Bookmarked by karaim
19 Jan 2026
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wherein batman has to choose which son to kill and chooses jason - crossing his own line of code to never kill.
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"All Jason has ever wanted is someone who would burn down the world for him, and he found the one man holding the match who could never cross the line."
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Jason is only a vertical corpse encased in compact mud when Death reaches down and pulls, tugs him up through the ground. It takes little effort. Death is a sensible thing, but bringing Jason back from the dead for the fourth time is not a sensible thing to do. She is messing with something more dangerous than herself.
He’ll be fine, she thinks. She hopes his father will come get him, thinks of how overjoyed they will be to have Jason back. And so Death steps back. She’ll let the living handle Jason Todd.
Jason dies fourteen times before anyone seems to notice.
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- Part 1 of i'll see a way to change
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Bookmarked by karaim
19 Jan 2026
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descriptive masterpiece laced with symbolism (top 10)
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So, in a fucking tragic twist of fate, Jason still ends up bleeding out in a burning building, and God is it awful. Jason has lived this death before. Batman and Joker are gone now. It’s just him and the fumes, him and the searing-hot blood pooling near his face. His eyelashes grow heavy with blood loss and blood itself. He closes them.
And when his eyes snap open, he knows exactly what’s happened. The building is still on fire, and the night is giving way to day. Death kneels beside him, and he surges up to gasp, “He fucking killed me?”
Death startles. He shuffles back, eyeing him with both surprise and judgment. It would seem so.
He stares. She watches.
“What an asshole.”
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He’s in a coffin. A casket? And underground. And there’s no fucking air, so Jason starts digging.
There’s no time to think, or cry, or beg as his fingernails puncture and shred the wood. He keeps going even as they splinter. The casket breaks open and dirt begins to pour over his head, falling into the cushion creases.
His lungs are bursting, crying with effort, when it begins to take him,
and he can’t do anything about it.
It floods his pores, the scent of fresh earth all-consuming.