I'm Starting To Think DC Is An Evil Djinn And Jason Is The One Making Wishes Because Wth DC?

I'm starting to think DC is an evil djinn and Jason is the one making wishes because wth DC?

Jason, watching the bomb count down in the warehouse in Ethiopia: I wish I could see Bruce again...

DC: Sure thing buddy!

Jason, the Red Hood, trying to tone down the murder so he can keep his deal with Batman: Man, these severe anger issues sure make it hard to tone down the violence, kinda wish I could get rid of them.

DC: All you had to do was ask!

Seriously though my boy deserves so much more someone get him therapy (not in Arkham!!!!) this is getting out of hand

Molavakri is Adaine ofc, Makhno is Fabian, and then we have Satsuki on the left and Homeo on the right

Alright whose bingo sheet had "Riz hisses at someone"

There are spiderweb cracks running through my skull

And if you jammed your fingers in

You could pull and tear at the hull

Dig with your nails and break the skin;

But you just let sleeping dogs lie

You’re scared of that grey rotting meat

But me I want to bark and cry

I’m tired of lying at your feet

So I will bash my head against the cold hard tile

And I’ll bite off your hand before you even shout

And maybe I will die but I’ll go down in style

Chew until one of us can spit the other out.

One must imagine Sisyphus happy, the voice says as I walk down to the well. It echoes against the walls, empty and wet in that peculiar way in which voices only echo in a cave, this deep, dark loneliness that chills you to the bone. One must imagine Sisyphus happy, it whimpers from very far away; my knuckles are rubbed red as they tie the bucket to the rope, and send it down below, and fill it with water. But I know Sisyphus. Who cares if he's happy? He was a bad man, but first he was a child, but first he was a man. What does it matter know, when the boulder rolls up and when it all falls down? I pull the bucket up, and fill my amphora ; watch the blood where I ripped my finger nails drip through and taint the water red. Something about eternity, I suppose. One must imagine Sisyphus happy, is the rule, but I hear him scream out every day, and he deserves it so much I am glad, and I pity him so much I could cry. And no one really cares if you are able to convince yourself that he could learn to love this endless, aimless task, and I could scream all my despair to the well and the well will never answer me; nothing changes around here, only the mind of those that are trapped, and that empty, violent freedom to imagine your neighbour is happy. Maybe one day it will be too much; perhaps, one day, it will be enough. For now I carry my amphora and feel it emptying and look for my sister. One must remember I'm a murderer. Plic, ploc. The water drips through.

Jason: "I'm full of rage!"

Dick: "Oh please, you have severe CPSTD, daddy issues and you took a dip in the magic gatorade. You bought your anger from ebay in a walmart parking lot. Mine is homemade! It's a family recipe!

It's funny how easy it is to push Dick away as a happy-go-lucky sunshine and rainbows and unicorns man when he's really the angriest member of the whole Batfam.

Like, it took Jason 15 years and a reasonable cause.

Dickie was ready to murder a bitch at 8.

This boy arrived at the manor with nothing but a simple suitcase, a toy elephant, sass, and 500 pounds of spiteful anger.

And the only thing that's changed now is the suitcase.

@sardonic-sprite