ComplicationsWhy him? Jason thought as he banged on the door of a San Francisco apartment belonging to one of the few superheroes who might not slug him on sight. Why did the weird shit always happen to him? Finally the door opened, and –
Looking down the tip of an arrow was sobering. Not quite as sobering as a gun barrel, but still, y’know not something to be taken lightly. Jason smiled at Connor Hawke. Inwardly, he was honestly surprised by how good it was to see him again, weapons and all.
“Connor! How’ve you been? I hear the family reunion didn’t go so well.” Anyone else would have given him a rude gesture or a ‘fuck you’, but no, not Connor. Subtle allusions to his dad and brother losing their fucking minds only warranted an eye roll.
“What are you doing here, Jason?” Connor asked, annoyed.
The Odd CoupleIt takes a special kind of fucked-up unique to the tights-and-flights crowd to mistake someone for a good guy because he’s wearing a mask. Connor Hawke was apparently that special kind of fucked up, but a bullet to the head would do that to you. It apparently also made you forget that they guy you’re currently palling around with once locked your sister in an exploding gym, because when the ersatz Green Arrow (who wasn’t Green Arrow anymore on account of the bullet taking out the part of his brain he used to shoot straight) came across Jason ‘sorting out’ some muggers, the pretty blonde boy mistook them for being on the same side.The Odd Couple5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jason wasn’t sure why he hadn’t just shot the man right off the bat instead of taking him home, but it was sort of too late now because he’d gone and gotten attached. Call it a weird kind of empathy for morons with head trauma, because he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit he li
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“I don’t get you, Jason,” Connor admitted as they cross the state line into Nevada.
This whole trip could have been rendered unnecessary with a call to the League, but that would mean Roy would be the last to know his daughter was alive, and that a lot of people would get their hopes up before they could verify that Lian was... herself. Connor couldn’t do that to Roy, or Dinah, or anyone. So that meant taking the long way, and taking a week to drive out to Gotham and get Dick to run some tests. The Batcave would have the necessary equipment, Jason was sure. It was a long time to wait to find out whether family was alive. But it would mean less heartbreak in the end.
“Big fucking surprise,” Jason replied amicably.
“Language.” Connor suspected that he was going to wind up feeling like broken record by the time they reached Gotham.
Jason smirked insufferably. “Whatever. Anyway, you’re not supposed to get me.
Schrodinger's GirlA ten-year old human with no metahuman abilities could not have survived her injuries. Lian Harper is dead. Thump.Schrodinger's Girl5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She contributes to the timeline which leads to a future from whence time travels have already come. She has already survived. Lian Harper is alive. Gasp.
Causality is self healing – the loss of one snowflake will not affect the blizzard. Someone else will do what she would have, and she will not be missed. Lian Harper is dead. Thump.
Lian Harper would have become a Titan and a leader of the Justice League. The timeline cannot correct for such a large error. For want of a nail, the universe will come undone. Lian Harper is alive. Gasp.
Lian Harper cannot be alive. She must, therefore, be dead. Thump.
Lian Harper cannot be dead. She must, therefore, be alive. Gasp.
Lian Harper must be dead. Thump.
Lian Harper must be alive. Gasp.
Lian Harper is dead. <i>
A Boy Named Jason ToddThere was a boy named Jason Todd, and he is a series of files in the public record. There's a birth certificate, and a patchy school grade school record filled with teacher's complaints and unexplained absences, suspensions and detentions and disciplinary action. There's hospital paperwork from a broken arm when he was eight. Then, at age eleven, there's a flurry of paperwork as his legal custody is transferred to a one Bruce Wayne, and suddenly there are medical records and vaccinations and a much more thorough academic record for two years from one of Gotham's better private schools. There are still suspensions, detentions, and unexplained absences, though with a caveat that the teachers are sure he would succeed if he just applied himself.A Boy Named Jason Todd5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a boy named Jason Todd, and he is a collection of memories faint ones, fading ones. People knew Jason Todd, but they've mostly forgotten him. Teachers, if reminded, will remember one of the most belligerent students they ever had,