dick grayson: shoot him, jason! he’s the clone!
other dick grayson: no, i’m the real dick! he’s a fake, he’s a – oh my god, jason, he’s a fake dick. he’s a dildo, jason
jason, pointing the gun at the first dick: the real dick grayson would never pass up a chance to make shitty puns about his name!
Tag: c: dick grayson
happy halloween! here’s halloween fill #10. this one is for @arsenicjade, who asked for hauntings/ghosts + jason.
so here’s jason todd, haunting dick grayson.
don’t worry. it’s a benevolent haunting. but it is, like all things bat-related, emotionally fraught and unnecessarily complicated.
Hauntings are serious things. Sometimes
dangerous, always inconvenient. Bruce picked up a poltergeist once that
screamed every time he closed his eyes and threw knives whenever he walked
through a kitchen. There was no rest in the Manor until Alfred and Dick
conspired to sneak in a psychic to banish the thing.This haunting, though. It feels like something else.
“Dick,” it hums, crackling at the
edges of discernable frequencies, simultaneously almost too low and too high to
hear. “Prodigal sons come home.”“Could you not?” he asks, as
politely as he can. “I’m busy right now.”
I like drawing Jason’s arms.
…what was the other thing I wanted to say. Oh yes, and jackets. I like drawing jackets.
Brenton Thwaites as Dick Grayson in Titans 1×03 “Origins“
Jason Goes Undercover
Jason: Put me up in a five-star hotel, like one of the ones you own. Unlimited room service and minibar privileges.
Bruce: Three-star hotel, like The Bowery Hotel, $60 a day meal allowance, no minibar.
Jason: Four-star hotel, like The Gotham Midtown Plaza. 200 in food, no minibar or alcohol, but I get to go crazy on candy and nuts.
Bruce: Agreed.
Jason: OW! Oh, one last thing. Damian has to be nice to me. I want him to call me “best brother”.
Dick: Hah! Huge mistake bud, he’ll never agree to that.
Damian: No I’m in. Let’s do this… Best brother.
Jason, softly, but with a lot of emotion: Ah!
#a trio
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