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study of a pidgeon (as a flightless bird) by Quill_writes
Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010)
29 Jul 2025
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Summary
Per Brittanica - That flightless birds are descended from birds that could fly is commonly accepted among scientists. What is not completely clear, however, is why these birds lost the ability to fly.
Or: Robin has wings, carrying with them both the boy and his vengeance.
Jason never grew his, more proof he never really belonged.
Then, after his plans lie in ruins and his life is suddenly without purpose, something takes roost upon his back. Something Jason has always wanted, and can never, ever, share.
Day 2 of the Summer Edition of Jason Todd Week 2025 event.
Magical/Meta Jason Todd | Wing AU | "Robin gives me magic."
Series
- Part 2 of Jason Todd Week (2): Summer Boogaloo
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Pain woke Jason from his sleep. He never slept deeply these days - he couldn’t, not after years of training to wake at the slightest sound - but it was rare for his body to be the source of the problem. Pain was old, a threadbare blanket he wore as a comfort, each scrape and ache a confirmation that he was still his own, and no one’s dog.
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In the mirror, two shapes were emerging from the open holes. Bloody, mottled bones covered with skin as thin and opaque as tulle, wobbling without direction. Jason couldn’t help but think of a baby bird, the ugly, featherless kind, with no defense but to hope to stay hidden.
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“Everything you give to Bruce is eventually ruined. You see that, right?”
Dick put his shoulder under Jason’s arm, not quite tall enough to carry him outright. He didn’t say anything.
“Our childhoods, our lives. Like a Faustian bargain, made before either of us could really understand what we were agreeing to. I know you got your wings and your name, but do you really think it was worth it?”
“You’re exhausted, Jay. Let’s talk about this once you’ve had some sleep and fluids,” Dick said, as if he was holding a tray of fine-boned china and not Jason. “But I don’t regret it. I can’t.”
“Always the damn hero,” Jason said, too tired to fight any longer.
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“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Dick said. “For all of it. Now and when you were Robin.”
The apology didn’t fix anything, but a drop of rain was a torrent to a man dying of thirst. And he did need to learn, who better than from the first of their kind.
“I’m not forgiving you.”
Dick just smiled, like he hadn’t expected any other response.