two birds on a wire (closed)

[overlyprecocious]

Who: Tim Drake overlyprecocious & Jason Todd reneger
What: meeting the bonus big bro (part one)
When: mid-April or whatever
Where: Central City rooftops
Content Warnings: n/a so far



Since the other Tim confirmed that there's not only one but two living Jason Todds here, revived by Lazarus Pits, and then refused to give him too many details, Tim has started reconnaissance on the Red Hood as Robin. So far he hasn't been caught - it helps that his suit has a built-in stealth mode, but it probably helps a lot more that one of his new abilities here makes him incredibly difficult to notice - but he's not thrilled with what he's seeing, either. The Jason Todd he knew. Well, he didn't know him, did he? He followed Robin around when he was in Gotham and he took pictures, and he has stories from the Bats and Alfred and things the Team will say sometimes, but he didn't know Jason Todd. But he knew Jason was Robin, and he was a hero.

What the Red Hood is doing is more difficult to describe as heroic. He's not blind, he can gather that there's a method to it, but it's not the way they - he - was taught to deal with crime, and he doesn't know how to feel about that. He's not sure why the older Tim didn't warn him properly either, why he just dropped him in this with a name to do his own research. Is it a test, or does he just not want to influence Tim one way or the other?

The Jason he ends up approaching on a roof isn't the Jason he's been tracking, but he's a Jason, and he's got a cup of coffee and Tim has a bag of donuts, and he bought extra in case he was really hungry or saw someone else who needed them, so. Somehow, he finds himself landing on that roof and sitting down next to Jason and quietly offering over the open bag for him to pick out a donut.

Comments

[reneger]

Luckily for them both, Jason has all but abandoned the name of Red Hood. Central City already has one, and while Jason is known for repeat performances when he's feeling extra dramatic, he doesn't think it's needed here. Instead, he's opted to go for his own look--still unnamed, but he's working on that. The bat on his chest has been removed, but he's kept up his color scheme: black bodysuit, black cargo pants, black combat boots, and the chest and arms of his suit lined with red to match the red domino mask. There's text hovering over the starlite lenses, not visible but maybe obvious by the way his mouth twitches while he reads through it, for those more familiar with his ticks. Not that he expects that from the very small Tim that lands down on the roof next to him.

His head tips in towards him in acknowledgement, before Jason's reaching over for a donut to shove it into his mouth. There's a commotion going on down below them: a drug dealer, a group of kids leaning towards their twenties. Not a fight yet, just a heated argument. Jason's keeping an eye on it.

"You making deliveries now, little bird?"

Vigilante delivery donuts sounds like a great business plan for this city.