you got katana in my medulla oblongata

So, I kind of loathe Judd Winick.

That feeling I had last year, the one that made my chest expand forty sizes and ache and hurt so good because I'd finally sidled back into the DCU and learned Jason was alive? Gone. Possibly for good.

Not only is Winick going to screw Jason up worse than he already has, he's going to make of mess of Damian and Dick. Fucking excellent.

Again, why do I read DC? *scuttles over to Marvel*

pins and needles
DC comics | Jason Todd, Dick Grayson | Jay/Dick (sort of) | pg-13 | ~5500 words
for Gloria. her prompt was: sharp. set somewhere before Countdown, and canon here is hand-wavy, oh but very, so go on and put your hands in the air, wave ‘em around like you just don’t care. Jay sure doesn’t.
summary: ( in which there is Jason and Dick and rain. and badly sung big-hair rock. also, a cat. )

the head on the door: first movement
DCU | R | Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, assorted Bats and Gothamites | Dick/Jay
notes: I started this a while back for gloss, for a prompt I can’t remember anymore. There are four parts and one interlude; in theory the fic is done, but I’m not happy with the ending, so I may rewrite the final scene before I post it. (Note: there will be two endings -- choose your own, if you will -- because apparently I can't make up my mind.) Story is a canon AU loosely based on recent comics continuity. Future fic, forget BftC happened, and Morrison!Jason. The original point of this was to write porn, and I tried, I really did. I ended up with mindfuck. ( Write where you live, I guess )

I have an unhealthy fixation on Jason Todd. I know it, I admit it, I embrace it. Not that I think anyone is particularly interested in my fixations, but the aforementioned is relevant in that it guaranteed I would watch Under the Red Hood, which in turn led to me having a thing or ten to say about same. Hence this post.

Because I am not, as I've already stated, rational on the subject of Jay, and I also take item #3 on this icon seriously, a glowing, five star rec is the one thing you won't find here. You will find a lot of bad language interspersed with a metric ton of pissed off, which won't come as a surprise to anyone who knows me. ( This is not me taking a stab at an unbiased review. This is me being biased as hell. This is me venting. This is me blowing off a twenty-one year old head of steam in one go. The result is not pretty, so if you're looking for upbeat, you might want to skip down to the second cut. If, however, you feel like metaphorically watching as I bang my head against the brick wall of my own bloodymindedness, knock yourself out. )

( Those who'd prefer a real rec, have another animated thing that is animated. )