Oh, meant to mention - the drabble advent calender is counting down to Christmas over at Avernus. Check it out for fluff in a variety of fandoms ^_^
I don't think I've glomped Nee-sama and the Ass no Ryu here yet for their fantabulous Christmas presents. I've now got a beautiful stack of 80s Batman comics, full of the angst-ridden goodness that is Jason Todd - The Robin That Time (And Continuity) Forgot. The character which proves once and for all that I am a sucker for those with an attitude problem and lots and lots of tragedy. I *may* have babbled about him to readers of this blog before. The Robin who was born to die. Poor, poor baby.
And Nee-sama hunted up all the Jason Todd issues of Batman after Crisis On Infinite Earths (which reset Jason's backstory, so they're all the ones with the Jason I particularly like), and gave them to me in a neat little package of glee. So...glee. Oh yes, there is glee. Much glee. Bruce and Dick and Jason have about the most fucked up relationship, it's delightful, in a heart-rending sort of way.
Except I've now read all the issues up to where Jason dies in a tragic and completely wasteful way, and now I don't wanna read any more, because it's going to *hurt*. *huggles Jason and cries quietly in corner*
Why do I insist on liking characters who are *this* badly screwed?