[OPEN/CLOSED] We've gotta hooold on~ To what we've got~

[robintohood]

Who: Jason Todd robintohood and you! And special closed prompts with Jason Todd (reneger), Sleeper (solo_sleeper), Bucky Barnes (deadthenred), and Tim Drake (overlyprecocious).
What: Various antics Jason’s gotten into. Some are more legal than others and might be related to pod people.
When: Second half of April
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: PG13-level violence in the closed prompts. Will add more warnings if needed.

Descendant:

[It’s early evening and the Descendant Bar and Lounge is open as usual. However, compared to most nights, this night and this entire month has been kind of quiet. There aren’t as many customers and the ones who do show up sometimes leave early. Jason knows it’s because of the alien worms but business still needs to continue somehow.

He’s still doing what he can whenever he’s working as the bar’s owner. He’s attending to customers (especially the VIP ones), serving drinks and food, checking on the reading room, and sometimes has to step in as part of security to throw out a rowdy customer. Sometimes, he’s literally throwing them out. It’s good exercise.

Coincidentally, songs like “Another One Bites the Dust,” “Livin’ On A Prayer,” and brave attempts at “Bohemian Rhapsody” can sometimes be heard from the second floor’s stage]

This shit better not be prophetic.

[Regardless of what Jason’s doing, come talk to him. He could probably use the break]

Warehouse raid (Closed to the other Jason Todd, Bucky Barnes, and Sleeper):

[Ever since his other self told him he successfully robbed the D’Amicos, Jason sought out more of their bases with his gang. After all, it’s not often he gets a chance to further weaken a mob that was still recovering. After many nights and a lot of hard work, Jason soon enough found the perfect base to rob. He’s even going to have backup for tonight.

It’s nearly midnight and Jason’s at the edge of Central City, perched on the rooftop of an old brick building and fully dressed in his Red Hood gear. He has a plan and he trusts the rest of the party enough to not screw up the raid.

But as Jason stares at the warehouse a block away from him, he can’t help but frown under his helmet]

Another Productive Night (Closed to Young Justice!Tim Drake):

[It's another Central City evening and Jason's deep in his gang's territory as the Red Hood once again.

There are three motorcycles parked outside of an auto repair shop and the building’s lights are still on. Suddenly, there’s a loud commotion as Jason drags out a man and then slams him against the wall. He then pins his victim by having his forearm pressed hard against the man’s neck]

You were warned, Benny.

[As Benny struggles to breathe, two more men come out of the building. Both are in motorcycle helmets with the visors down to cover their faces and wearing gloves. One man has hands as large as a gorilla’s. Neither of these two men seem disturbed as they watch Jason begin to pistol whip Benny across the face]

Wildcard:

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Comments

[deadthenred]

I visited her when I could. [ But she's 93 and not the most lucid. He wonders if he just confuses her. Is that estrangement? Maybe. ] The state separated us when dad died.

[robintohood]

And you guys didn't get reunited until years later?

[deadthenred]

Years and years. [ A pause. ] She got married and had a family and everything. [ He is someone's creepy uncle. ]

[robintohood]

What kept you guys separate?

[deadthenred]

Like I said, the state sent her off to boarding school. Then I was enlisted, and I didn't have much say so in my whereabouts. Europe, mostly.

[ He meant to send more letters than he actually did, but the censors cut them up anyhow. ]

And if you want the story after that, I'm gonna need more whiskey.

[robintohood]

[Jason grabs the whiskey bottle and puts it next to Bucky's tumbler]

Deal.

[He's curious about Bucky and gets the sense there's more to the story, particularly with being a former sidekick]

So I'm guessing you look very good for your age?

[deadthenred]

How old do you think I look?

[ This isn't a trick question. Since he was kept in cryogenic deep sleep most of his life, he doesn't rightly know how much his body has aged. 29? 32? Somewhere around there. ]

[robintohood]

At least late 20s but definitely could pass for 30s. The bulk and facial hair helps.

[And given the sidekick radio voice Bucky used earlier, Jason's guessing Bucky's much older than 30s]

[deadthenred]

[ He pours some whiskey from the bottle into the glass, and raises an eyebrow. Jason is sharp. ]

98.

[ Bucky doesn't drink, yet. ]

[robintohood]

[Jason makes a low whistle. That leaves him more confident about his guess that Bucky fought in World War II]

Not bad, old man. Especially if you're not a robot.

[deadthenred]

In another way I'm as old as I look, more or less.

[ He takes a sip of his drink. ]

But it was '45 when I lost my arm, and just about everything else.

[ A few weeks before VE day. ]

[robintohood]

How'd you come back from all that?

[He doubts a Lazarus Pit was involved but with the multiverse at play here, who knows?]

[deadthenred]

Well, that depends what you mean.

[ If he's even "come back" at all. ]

I died diffusing an experimental bomb over the English Channel. But a Soviet submarine was nearby, and they fished me out. At least, the parts that were still there. 'Cause the water was freezing, I guess they decided to try restarting my heart, like I'd been preserved and that worked. Except I didn't remember anything about who I was or what had happened to me.

[ He still doesn't remember this part, but Fury showed him the file. ]

[robintohood]

[Now it's Jason turn to refill his tumbler with more whiskey]

I guess any resurrection process involves major memory loss. I don't know if I lost days or weeks after I came back.

[deadthenred]

[ He nods. ] Common with traumatic injuries. I still knew how to speak, and to fight, but I couldn't remember my name. They didn't know what to do with me, so they put me back on ice.

Then, after about a decade, they got an idea.

[ He takes another gulp of the drink. It burns a little; that's nice. ]

[robintohood]

[Jason nods before drinking a little more. He's starting to fill in some of the blanks to Bucky's story now]

A cold war still means plenty of covert operations. Why leave a perfectly good body in the freezer.

[deadthenred]

[ He nods. ]

'S probably what I would've wound up doing anyway. [ Lots of special forces guys went on work with the CIA or SHIELD. ] But I would've had a say in it. And it wouldn't've been for the reds.

[robintohood]

Yeah, I can imagine. How long was this until you got back more of your memories?

[Because it sounds like it was years]

[deadthenred]

Decades. They decommissioned the Winter Soldier project in the late 80s. [ Then things got real messy. ] It was maybe 30 years after that.

[robintohood]

You stayed in ice during those 30 years?

[deadthenred]

Yeah.

[ He takes another long sip of the whiskey. ]

Was probably better'n being awake.

[robintohood]

Not hard to imagine if no one got rid of all the brainwashing in you yet. What got you out?

[deadthenred]

Cap did.

[ He takes another drink, because for a while, he sort of hated Steve for that. Not as much as he hated himself, but that's a high bar. ]

[robintohood]

So he was on ice too? I'm guessing not because of the Soviets though.

[deadthenred]

No. The Avengers found him a lot later on. Must've been a trip, missing 70 years like that.