MUN INFO

MUN is over the age of 25 and prefers to go by they/them.Time zone is GMT+2 and will mostly be able to reply much quicker during the week. During the weekends, replies will be sporadic due to real life commitments.During the weekends or when busy in general it's much easier to get hold of the MUN on Insta or Discord ( links in socials ) and that can be done both in character and out of character.MUN is friendly, is always looking for interactions and ooc talk about comics and anything related to the character or verse.
Mildly selective purely based on safety and to prevent drama and problematic people.Writer tag: JASON

MUSE INFO

Jason is around the age of 23. Age can be dependent on the respective storyline. Will always be portrayed as an adult.
He goes by he/him.Character traits and personality are based off the comics, game ( arkham knight ), tv show ( titans ) and headcanons.

SHIPPING INFO

Shipping will only occur based on strong chemistry. Will be highly selective. The more activity there is, the easier it is to build that chemistry and storyline development.Real life comes first and is important, a heads up before going inactive for some time is appreciated.No underaged muses and/or muns, for obvious reasons.Account is currently on multi-ship, prefers to be single-ship, only with the right shipping partner.NSFW themes will only be written in DMS to keep the tl sfw and mind any minors that may be around.

HEADCANONS

Headcanons will be added as some may reflect certain main storylines.

• RED HOOD
• ARKHAM KNIGHT
• INSTAGRAM
• TUMBLR
• DISCORD

SOLOS

• MEMORY
• LIGHT

A Memory

I never thought I'd be the one saving kids from an orphanage. But life's a funny thing, ain't it? One moment you're running around the streets alone, trying to fend for yourself, and the next you're the one giving kids like you a second chance.Seeing those kids, scared and alone, reminded me of myself when I was around their age. I was just a kid when my life went sideways, especially living in Crime Alley. It was a dangerous place, full of crooks and scumbags who didn't give a damn about anyone but themselves.I remember the nights I spent shivering in the cold, wondering where my next meal would come from. I'd see other kids out there too, some older than me, some younger, all of us trying to survive. Sometimes we'd team up, other times we'd fight over scraps.It wasn't just hunger we had to worry about. There were gangs out there who'd take what they wanted, and we had to be quick on our feet if we wanted to avoid them. I saw things no kid should ever see. I saw people get beaten, robbed, and worse. And sometimes, I was the one getting hurt.But I learned to adapt. I learned to be tough and never let my guard down. I started stealing to survive, and I got good at it. I could pickpocket anyone without them noticing, and I knew how to sneak around without making a sound.But then Batman found me. He saw something in me, something worth saving. He took me under his wing and gave me a new purpose. I became Robin, his partner, and I learned how to fight for what's right.But even after I became some sort of a hero, I never forgot where I came from. I never forgot the kids out there in the streets, trying to survive like I did. That's why when I heard about the orphanage being taken by Black Mask , I knew I had to do something.It wasn't easy, of course. The place was guarded, and I had to be careful not to get caught. But I managed to get in, and I got the kids out. Seeing their faces light up when they realized they were free, that they had a chance at a real life... it made everything worth it.But as I walked away from the orphanage, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in my chest. Those kids reminded me of who I used to be, of the things I had to go through to get where I am now. It was a reminder that no matter how far I've come, there will always be a part of me that's that scared, alone kid in Crime Alley.

Light

Is it good?
To stand where I once stood.
To don the cape that once encased me in it's protection.Do you feel like you belong when you wear it?
The sense of invincibility, the thrill it enables you to feel?Good for you.
You finally got the taste of that privileged life.
Good for you.Did you know?The sinister reason you put on your mask every night?You may be able to hide your identity, but you will never be able to hide the fact that I once donned that cape.Did he tell you? I'm betting he didn't.I was swept under the rug and forgotten, just as the Joker erased my existence from the world.Do you even care?Does it cross your mind to be slightly sorry?How can you believe you're good enough to take my place?I was all he needed. I was able to achieve what he couldn't.But no, no.Go ahead now, crush me and leave me behind.
A word of advice?
When you become used to it, betrayal doesn't taste that horrible.
Jason's final thought was of cigarette smoke coming out of his lungs. It was almost as though the smoke was dragging the words out.Sour thoughts. Dangerous thoughts Jason recited these words innumerable nights while he was hoisted like a lamb for slaughter in Gotham's forgotten Asylum wing.
The words of the Joker ran through the passageways of his mind several times.He promised Jason, with a menacing laugh, that he had some good news for him:" Looks like the Bat's got a new birdy...
see I told you! he is not coming for you, boy!
He even found a replacement?
I can see how much you meant to him,
he replaced you in a week!You're no longer a boy wonder, you're a boy dead now
can you imagine how happy the new boy feels wearing your cape?!"
Manipulation, as the saying goes, is like a snake. It slithers across your brain without making a sound. Until its fangs dig into you and poison your beliefs."
Sharp agony was felt somewhere on Jason's body every time the name Batman was uttered.Jason laid his head back against the cold metal of the lamp post that was just lighting his surroundings.He heard someone shuffling and a presence resting against the light post.
The boy was sniffling, sounded like crying.
Jason could sense the boy was young, and when he looked over his shoulder with a curious look, Jason saw the young Robin.Red Hood's helmet had been taken up off the ground by the little Robin and clutched close to his chest.
Jason swore he was dreaming, but he knew it wasn't. More genuine than his hallucinations, which kept his mind alert and eager for vengeance.He was a young boy, not much older than Jason when he was recruited.
How could Jason harbour such rage and hatred for someone who had been led into war?
"Jason.." the young Robin said.
"we all thought you were dead.
We searched for you, night after night.I feel honoured wearing this, in your name,
you were my hero, I watched you on TV,
on newspapers. I look up to you.Batman needs Robin, just like you said once.
But I need you too.Please, don't hate me. I could never be you.
We just want you back with us."The sound of anguish and pleading struck Jason harder than any crowbar put on his body.The hatred was expelled from Jason's chest and mind with a deep sigh.
Jason, as usual, had a slew of clever comebacks and remarks.But, for the first time, his thoughts were silent.
He had forgotten what it was like to be silent."Sure...kid....Just don't tell the old man. "