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Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.

So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.

But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:

'God, he is just a kid...'

'He must be younger than my son.'

'Poor child...'

He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.

'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'

Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.

It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.

And they love him just as much.

He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.

And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.

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I mean canonically he did

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Okay but imagine, while dead, ghost Jason witnesses how people spoke ill about him and blamed him for his own bruthal death. Like, his own family not only don't try to defend him or rebut what they say, some of them even start it.

It's a sucker punch. He's dead and can't defend himself and his own family are being so awful. Maybe he thinks that they don't want him, they didn't like him, they didn't really love him.

So he goes away to follow A) random person who wasn't there when people were trash talking him or B) random person who did defend him.

And when I say random, I mean random. It could be anyone from Roy to Two Face to a citizen who overheard Batman scolding other vigilantes at three in the morning and scolded him and all of them for having the audacity to talk like that about a dead kid.

Just, imagine ghost Jason following a nice grandma he didn't even know in life because she was the only one who he ever heard defend him, saying his death was not his own fault. Maybe at first just because he feels so lonely and lost, but then he gets attached. He sits on the isle while she cooks, he follows her grandchildren to and from school to try keep them safe (like tugging their clothes when way ahead is dangerous, making them trip when something goes flying towards their way, and so), he sits in the arm of the couch when she and her daughter talk about their day, etc.

And when he goes back to life and bumps into that person he feels something warm on his chest and doesn't know why. Maybe he's really partial to this specific cape, maybe he's more open to this one rougue than he is with the family, maybe he meets that old lady and connect right away.

this made me so emotional, this is insane. imagine Jaybin's ghost strolling around, hearing how he is being criticised for his own death, how they twist and turn his story to fit a convenient narrative, but then he enters the Crime Alley, and it is so drastically different. they all miss the Second Robin, they talk of him to their children, they cuss out if they hear Batman mumbling some non-sense. after all, they are not stupid — they knew that the Second Robin was *theirs*. they heard it in the way he spoke and understood them, how he fought for them earnestly. and they don't know details of what happened and how he died, but they know that this kid was anything but what others tell about him now.

so they keep his memory. they always speak of him nicely. and Jason is so, so touched. his heart aches, but for once, it is a pleasant ache — he sits around elderly women hissing at Batman, protecting "their grandson", and he sits on the windowsill of the bedroom of a kid, whose mother tell him stories about the Second Robin sometimes. he is home. and he is loved.

once he is back in the Crime Alley as Red Hood, he feels safer than he ever was, even though it feels like a ridiculous thought. he doesn't remember his days as a ghost, but he knows that these people are *his*. that he is at peace with them.

and if one of the old ladies raises from her squeaky chair to pat Red Hood on his helmet and to tell him that he grew up beautifully, knowing damn well who is hiding under the hood then no one needs to know.

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he totally gives me phantom thief vibes!

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crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

batman shooting somebody is crazy itself. BUT AT HIS SON?? DIABOLICAL.