DCU Fanfic: Five Moments in the Life of Jason Todd of Bludhaven
Title: Five Moments in the Life of Jason Todd of Bludhaven
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Steph, Tim, Jason's parents, Tim's dad, mentions Nightwing
Pairing(s): a Jason/Steph kiss
Word Count: 974
Genre: slice of life/general
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: Written about my Jason muse that I created for an IM RP (the logs are kept at havens_castoff). He's the Jason of DCAU, and this is five moments in his life. This fic can be seen as a lead up to the logs on the RP journal.
Link: N/A
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Jason was seven or eight when he went to Gotham with his dad. He didn't really want to go. Even at that age, he knew his dad was up to no good, and he also knew that Gotham had the Batman. The Batman caught bad guys and threw them in jail. Jason wasn't sure if he didn't want his dad to go jail or if he was afraid Batman would throw him in jail because he was his dad's son, so he must be bad too.
Once in Gotham, Jason's dad went for Crime Alley. Jason followed reluctantly, but had learned by now not to say a word on these trips. Soon, his dad came to a run-down house and knocked on the door a few times in a weird pattern. The door opened a creak before opening all the way, ushering Jason's dad in with Jason following him in.
The guy told Jason's dad that his kid was in the back room. Jason got a little shove towards the room and took the hint. He tried not to wince when the door shut behind him, but he did close his eyes. When he opened them, a boy about one or two years younger than him was staring up at him from his seat on the floor.
“Hi,” the kid said, not moving from his spot, staring up, wide-eyed. “My name's Tim. What's yours?”
“Jason,” he answered, plopping down next to the kid to wait out whatever business deal their fathers were up to.
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When Jason was nine, he hadn't been jaded enough to hate school yet. Actually, he'd never tell anyone, but he loved going to school. Not only did it get him away from his stupid dad, he also learned a lot. He actually did like learning. Being smart meant he could talk himself out of any trouble her got himself into.
So when he punched Dean in the mouth for being talking nasty to the pretty little blonde girl in their class name Stephanie, he got off scott free. After school let out, he even got a kiss from Stephanie with a bunch of squealy thank yous before she ran off to her mom's car to go home. Jason put a hand on his cheek and grinned. That was the day he decided girls didn't have cooties, and that just made school even more interesting and worth attending.
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When he turned eleven, his mother told him that his father was never coming back. Jason never bothered to ask if he was dead or if he had just finally left them for good. He didn't really care either way, but when he saw that sad look in his mom's eyes, he felt bad because he just knew she cried about it when he wasn't around.
That was the day he seriously thought about quiting school to stay home and help his mom, so she wouldn't be so sad anymore, no matter how much he loved going to school.
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He hadn't known his mom was sick yet, and it was his birthday. Jason knew he was only getting one present, since his dad vanished and only his mom gave a damn about him. It was was okay, though. He loved his mom, and every birthday since his dad left them, she had surprised with a present he knew they probably couldn't afford. He would try to talk her into bringing whatever present it was back, saying he only needed her, but she always talked him out of it, telling him practical uses for the gifts.
His fifteenth birthday was no exception. “Open it,” his mother said with a grand smile.
Jason smiled back as he tore open the paper to find a cell phone and time card. “Mom, I don't-”
She shook her head and interrupted Jason with lilting laugh. “Now, Jason. How are you ever going to go out with a friends or a pretty lady if you don't have a cell phone to call them on?” she asked teasingly.
“Mom, that doesn't matter...” he said trailing off. “I need to be around to help make money. If you'd let me try to get a job-”
“No,” his mother interrupted firmly. “You're not sixteen yet, so any job you try to get will probably be illegal. I don't want you doing anything your father would.”
Jason scowled slightly. “No way would I ever do anything like him. All he did was hurt you, mom.”
She smiled sadly. “He was a nice man, once,” she said wistfully before placing the cell phone and minutes firmly in Jason's hand. “Now, put those minutes on that phone, mister.”
Jason couldn't argue with her now, so he just did what she said, secretly excited to have his own cell phone, like a normal teenager.
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His mom had died a few month after his fifteenth birthday. Ovarian cancer, the doctors told him later. His mom never told him. She just put up a strong front until she just couldn't anymore. During her sickness, he pretended to go to school, but he was actually making money to get her medicine. It hadn't mattered anyway. In the months after she died, Jason never went back to school, knowing he would just get caught by social services.
By the time he was sixteen, he was already stealing tires for a living when he chose the wrong motorcycle to jack tires from. The obviously modded motorcycle, the amazing mods being the whole reason he had been distracted enough to not finish jacking the tires and running long before anyone would come by, belonged to Bludhaven's own vigilante, Nightwing.
Meeting Nightwing changed his life, maybe for the better. Jason was not quite sure if getting caught by Nightwing was his biggest screw up or the best mistake ever.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Jason, Steph, Tim, Jason's parents, Tim's dad, mentions Nightwing
Pairing(s): a Jason/Steph kiss
Word Count: 974
Genre: slice of life/general
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: Written about my Jason muse that I created for an IM RP (the logs are kept at havens_castoff). He's the Jason of DCAU, and this is five moments in his life. This fic can be seen as a lead up to the logs on the RP journal.
Link: N/A
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Jason was seven or eight when he went to Gotham with his dad. He didn't really want to go. Even at that age, he knew his dad was up to no good, and he also knew that Gotham had the Batman. The Batman caught bad guys and threw them in jail. Jason wasn't sure if he didn't want his dad to go jail or if he was afraid Batman would throw him in jail because he was his dad's son, so he must be bad too.
Once in Gotham, Jason's dad went for Crime Alley. Jason followed reluctantly, but had learned by now not to say a word on these trips. Soon, his dad came to a run-down house and knocked on the door a few times in a weird pattern. The door opened a creak before opening all the way, ushering Jason's dad in with Jason following him in.
The guy told Jason's dad that his kid was in the back room. Jason got a little shove towards the room and took the hint. He tried not to wince when the door shut behind him, but he did close his eyes. When he opened them, a boy about one or two years younger than him was staring up at him from his seat on the floor.
“Hi,” the kid said, not moving from his spot, staring up, wide-eyed. “My name's Tim. What's yours?”
“Jason,” he answered, plopping down next to the kid to wait out whatever business deal their fathers were up to.
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When Jason was nine, he hadn't been jaded enough to hate school yet. Actually, he'd never tell anyone, but he loved going to school. Not only did it get him away from his stupid dad, he also learned a lot. He actually did like learning. Being smart meant he could talk himself out of any trouble her got himself into.
So when he punched Dean in the mouth for being talking nasty to the pretty little blonde girl in their class name Stephanie, he got off scott free. After school let out, he even got a kiss from Stephanie with a bunch of squealy thank yous before she ran off to her mom's car to go home. Jason put a hand on his cheek and grinned. That was the day he decided girls didn't have cooties, and that just made school even more interesting and worth attending.
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When he turned eleven, his mother told him that his father was never coming back. Jason never bothered to ask if he was dead or if he had just finally left them for good. He didn't really care either way, but when he saw that sad look in his mom's eyes, he felt bad because he just knew she cried about it when he wasn't around.
That was the day he seriously thought about quiting school to stay home and help his mom, so she wouldn't be so sad anymore, no matter how much he loved going to school.
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He hadn't known his mom was sick yet, and it was his birthday. Jason knew he was only getting one present, since his dad vanished and only his mom gave a damn about him. It was was okay, though. He loved his mom, and every birthday since his dad left them, she had surprised with a present he knew they probably couldn't afford. He would try to talk her into bringing whatever present it was back, saying he only needed her, but she always talked him out of it, telling him practical uses for the gifts.
His fifteenth birthday was no exception. “Open it,” his mother said with a grand smile.
Jason smiled back as he tore open the paper to find a cell phone and time card. “Mom, I don't-”
She shook her head and interrupted Jason with lilting laugh. “Now, Jason. How are you ever going to go out with a friends or a pretty lady if you don't have a cell phone to call them on?” she asked teasingly.
“Mom, that doesn't matter...” he said trailing off. “I need to be around to help make money. If you'd let me try to get a job-”
“No,” his mother interrupted firmly. “You're not sixteen yet, so any job you try to get will probably be illegal. I don't want you doing anything your father would.”
Jason scowled slightly. “No way would I ever do anything like him. All he did was hurt you, mom.”
She smiled sadly. “He was a nice man, once,” she said wistfully before placing the cell phone and minutes firmly in Jason's hand. “Now, put those minutes on that phone, mister.”
Jason couldn't argue with her now, so he just did what she said, secretly excited to have his own cell phone, like a normal teenager.
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His mom had died a few month after his fifteenth birthday. Ovarian cancer, the doctors told him later. His mom never told him. She just put up a strong front until she just couldn't anymore. During her sickness, he pretended to go to school, but he was actually making money to get her medicine. It hadn't mattered anyway. In the months after she died, Jason never went back to school, knowing he would just get caught by social services.
By the time he was sixteen, he was already stealing tires for a living when he chose the wrong motorcycle to jack tires from. The obviously modded motorcycle, the amazing mods being the whole reason he had been distracted enough to not finish jacking the tires and running long before anyone would come by, belonged to Bludhaven's own vigilante, Nightwing.
Meeting Nightwing changed his life, maybe for the better. Jason was not quite sure if getting caught by Nightwing was his biggest screw up or the best mistake ever.