His Look With The Bandages.......... Erm, Have Another Scrib Of Jason I Did Based On That Wahoo I Care

His look with the bandages.......... erm, have another scrib of Jason I did based on that wahoo I care he o(-(

Breaking News: Gotham Crime lord and Child Vigilante Accomplice Harass Innocent Taco Bell Employee (NOT CLICKBAIT)

Those dastardly Baja Blast Brothers

Jason: There's a thin line between being a genius and being an idiot.

Jason: Tim uses that line as a fucking jump rope.

more for @batfam-big-bang! + a couple of bonus sketches that i wish i had time to finish!!

this is for @llisona's fic "what could have been", about jason falling into other dimension in which he is "dead" and his relationship with dick. when i read the premise i was like 'i need to draw for this' haha go check it out!

"I don't know much about what's going on in your life," Jason grunted in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. And realizing he sounded a lot more like a bitter ex than he meant to towards a man he'd a) never dated in the fucking first place and b) was actually trying to be a decent fucking human... This is why you don't have friends, idiot.

A huff of a sigh and pale eyes find Roy, blue and green and deciphering any other potential reason the man might be there. It seemed he couldn't decide on one so he rolled his shoulders, hearing a satisfying pop. "I have some food... I think. I can order in. Have you eaten anything since you dragged me here?"

Roy watched as Jason downed the painkillers with water and ate the toast, somewhat glad to see the man finally awake and about. They had knocked him out pretty good, but at least he could say that the younger man got himself a few decent hours of - unfortunately, forced - sleep.

Roy shrugged at the comment. "You know me and Waylon haven't been in contact for years." Those were odd days, but admittedly, the croc wasn't all cold blooded as he was made to be sometimes. In rare times, anyway... In the time Roy needed a shoulder when there was none.

"I'll stay for a bit. You want more water, something else to eat?"

send in " come on! open your eyes! " for the sender to try their best to keep the badly wounded receiver awake (and consequently alive) until they can get some medical aid.

alternatively, send in " i'm so... tired... " for the sender to be the one losing consciousness in front of the receiver after sustaining severe injuries that threaten their life.