[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:

((OOC: Got something else in mind? Hit me up! I always welcome new CRs as well. My contact information is on this journal's profile and I'm in the game's Discord server. Feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns as well. I also have a feedback post.))

Comments

cw: child abuse, drug abuse, drug overdose, child death (?? is that it)

[reneger]

( his eyes shift from red hood to robin, teeth gritted together and he--lets himself go. he tried calm, for a minute. he tried warning them. but someone yells and jason feeds off of that, he matches it, and he's done. )

You wanna bitch about shitty parenting, Robin? ( his voice is quiet, for a minute. and then it just gets louder and louder as he keeps going on. ) You wanted to know about me, right? You asked, what I did when I came back. How shit happened. You asked. I'll tell you. ( breath in, teeth grinding hard. ) My parents didn't give two shits about me. But I'm betting you knew that already. None of my shit gets to be private, everyone knows everything. My fucked up dad went to prison, which was better than the alternative. My mom OD'd in our fucking bathtub. I had to pull her body out and call the cops to come get her. And you know what? None of that's even the worst fucking part 'cause I'd finally, finally gotten somewhere where someone gave a shit about me, where I felt like I'd belonged, but I was stupid and thought I could find my actual mom since--guess what? Everyone'd fucking lied to me. I was a stupid kid, an' I pulled stupid shit.

I was a stupid kid who's mom sold him off an' watched him get beat by Joker, eight years ago. Eight years ago exactly. I was a stupid kid who believed the only father figure who'd ever been mildly decent to him'd come an' save him. I believed it right up 'til there was nothing left of me.

( arm out in a wide gesture as he takes a step forward. there's no intention of lashing out at them, he's just--moving. he can't sit still, he's shifting his weight, moving his hands, finding something, anything, to move. )

An' I'd come back to another stupid kid wearing the R. A kid who didn't deserve any of that. Who deserved not to experience any of that. Can you imagine, stepping out of a Lazarus Pit after that? After dying while your body was so fucked you could barely even breathe? When every step, every twitch felt like death itself?

( sucking in another breath, harsher as he gets louder. )

An' yet Joker's still alive. Joker pulled the same shit here with T--Rook. The one thing I didn't want to happen happened. Again.

And you know what B does? He gets pissed off at me for taking care of someone who deserved to be fucked over, beats the shit out of me, an' it hurts even worse 'cause it's him. ( his voice cracks, audible through the yelling. ) And no one, none of the family I thought'd be there to keep him from breaking my fucking limbs showed up! Harper had to! Harper came from fuck knows where to get B off of me!

I died today, I died, an' Joker's still around to fuck up Robins, 'cause B doesn't really give a shit, does he? He only cares 'bout people when they're convenient for him.

[overlyprecocious]

[He's - he's trying to be present, he really is. They're in a bar, and the situation is still rapidly falling apart. A voice in his head insists that he needs to get his shit together and handle this, but it's so hard to hear over the static filling his head. Jason is - he's talking, he's pissed off, it's definitely directed at Tim this time, and most of what filters through is the tone. His body flinches backwards when Jason steps forward, vaguely tracking the potential threats in the room, but that's about it.]

[mostdangerousbird]

[ He’s bone-tired and doesn’t want to get up, but has to try. Hope for some second wind to kick in and get him through this. He slides off the table and drops onto his feet, and he’s visibly too loose as he moves to stand in front of Robin. ]

I was ordered away. I messed up. I miscalculated. Yell at me.

[ Fight me, if that’s where this is headed. But Tim’s not even in a stance. He’s just. There. ]

I know wh-

[ What it’s like. To choke on blood while Joker laughs. To want someone dead for what they did. To plan it, if not follow through.

But it’s not an excuse for venting Quietly, he adds. ]

Look at him.

[ Robin’s body language doesn’t read like Tim’s. Don’t have to be Cass to see that there’s something overloading Robin.exe. ]

[robintohood]

[Meanwhile, Jason has figuratively stopped dead in his tracks from older Jason's rant. So much of the man's story is similar to his but there are some key differences. Some of the differences he already knows from previous conversations but now more information has come to light.

His own deathday is December 21st. April 27th had no significance for him until today. Once Jason calms down later maybe he'll have a better understanding for why older Jason attacked. But for now there's so much he's still trying to digest.

Then there was mention of an "actual mom." Does that mean it's the same for him? Catherine was his mother as far as he knew. But then again, Jason knows very little of his extended family. Was there more to it than he originally thought? But then, this woman didn't care. Is it the same for him? Does it matter? Is he just never meant to have a family?

And then there's the way older Jason talks about Bruce at the end. He already knew about the details but it's the way older Jason's talking this time that pulls the younger one somewhere else. For a moment, Jason's back in that decrepit apartment building with Bruce and a captured Joker.

"I'm not talking about killing Penguin or Scarecrow or Dent. I'm talking about him. Just him. And doing it because... Because he took me away from you."

The way his voice shook betrayed to Bruce just how hurt he still feels about the whole ordeal. He'll never forget how fast he escalated the situation either. By the end he was screaming and demanding life or death to his adoptive father. Hearing older Jason talk about him in the same way and knowing the same damn story repeats in another universe... it hurts. It hurts so damn much.

There's only silence from Jason]

[reneger]

( he's out of steam. it was everything. every reason for him being here. every thought that'd been swimming through his head since--well. since yesterday, because he hasn't slept in a while. maybe it'd be better if we just stayed dead, he'd thrown at himself. maybe we are just gutter trash. and then--this. everything else. the fight with b, the last one. how tim's round with joker'd pissed him off, made him angry, made him sad, because it had been the one thing jason hadn't wanted. the reason he was so pissed when he'd seen tim's pictures: bruce had replaced him, he'd thrown in another kid into his mess.

rook's close to falling and it doesn't escape his attention. his eyes look back to robin, and it throws him off further. he's not used to a tim drake like this. he's used to the one he's bitched and yelled at more times than he can count. the one he'd held a knife to, threatening him with bruce and selina watching. the one he'd followed through gotham after bruce's "death", vying for his attention, for tim to work with him. the one he'd beaten up in titan's tower and left the words "JASON WAS HERE" scrawled in blood on the wall. who he'd told to be his robin like it'd make any fucking sense, who he'd stabbed and hurt and rarely ever had jason seen tim break.

tim's not like him. tim's smarter, he knows how to use his head, he knows how to not break when everything feels like shit. but this isn't the same tim. jason shoves his palms against his eyes, wiping at tears that haven't quite fallen but were threatening to. )

It was never about you. ( he's not moving any closer, but he is dropping his head down. shoving fingers through his hair. the nervous movements don't stop even if he's redirecting them. ) It was always him. Always me.

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Tim nods at this, and the room starts to swim with the motion. The nod stops - or does it? - but the room keeps swinging and twisting. Like a slow-motion tumbling pass.

(Oh. He's not going to make it 'til Guardian gets here to take him home, is he?)

It always was about Jason. Without Jason, Tim's just a rich kid living with his dad someplace. Statistically, he's probably been seen or been the victim a violent crime by now, but he's not Rook or Robin or anything without the gaping hole that Jason left in Bruce's life.

(He's going to pass out, isn't he?)

And there's still so much to rush to say so that everything doesn't backslide.
]

Don't take it out on him... Guardian, take him to 'wing.

You're family... no, ohane... means... fam-

[ He won't remember boffing the quote or how his knees buckled when he fainted, dropping him like a busted marionette. At least, his body will heal whatever damage happens when he hits the floor. ]

[lowercase_el]

[Kon hears the words about where to take little Tim. Tim was right to think he'd hear it from a distance.]

[He's been trying not to hover as much, trying not to listen in as much, even despite his anxiety over Tim's safety after what the Joker did, but that all goes out the window when he gets the text. His superhearing is still so good he can ping his voice anywhere in the same city, as long as he isn't somewhere soundproof.]

[Like he was that day.]

[Tim never hits the floor. There is a whoosh of wind caused by superspeed and he's caught just before he hits. Kon gives him a once over with X-ray vision as he lifts him from where he almost fell on his face, then hefts him into a bridal carry as soon as he doesn't see any obvious injuries.]

[Maybe he overdid it with his healing powers. He knows they take a lot out of him.]

[...And look at these two morons. It's not hard to guess what happened here.]

[Plus he heard some of Jason 2's yelling when flying in.]

What'd you two morons do?

[His voice is low and quiet and there's a spark of red (just a spark) in his eyes. He doesn't yell. Little Tim looks freaked and the last thing he needs is a yelling, furious super. He has his own Superboy, he knows how powerful he is, and doesn't know that Kon has the same moral limits.]

[He is not appreciative of the fact they did a two-for-one special on upsetting/fucking up both Tims, apparently.]

You know what, never mind.

[He looks at their world's Jason. To anyone else, maybe, he'd show a bit more compassion. But he can't here. Not when this isn't the first time Tim got hurt like this. Not after what he heard Todd did in Titans Tower when he'd been laid low by Luthor's brainwashing.]

It's probably what you've always done.

[Kon knows he can't compare his own death to Todd's. Prime was a psycho but Joker's worse, hands down. Jason Todd - both Jasons - died scared, tortured, powerless, and alone. Kon died after saving the world, in his girlfriend's arms. Big difference.]

[But he doesn't hold himself as the point of comparison.]

[Tim was tortured by the Joker. Tim was powerless. Tim's pain was broadcast for the whole world, exposed. Tim was alone on that boat, trapped with a psycho, being broken piece by piece, with every bone shattered.]

[And Tim wasn't breathing when he and Kid Flash found him that day, sinking under the water.]

[And that was on top of every other bit of pain he'd felt, loss after loss after loss. Both parents. A girlfriend. Both best friends. Then even Bruce.]

[Yet he still didn't take it out on people or get them hurt because of any pain he'd dealt with. The worst he'd done since all that was try to trick Kon into filling out an application to a country where he'd be safe as a meta. Just in case things went bad. Even the sneakiest, most boundary-crossing move he'd done recently was to keep someone he cared about safe.]

[He has sympathy for the Todds, he does, and if he knew what anniversary it was today, he might have been kinder. But...maybe not. It's all too easy to look at Tim Drake and see what Jason could be.]

[And both Todd and that little gremlin Damian have gotten away with hurting Tim before. And even Dick had taken being Robin away from Tim and given it to Damian.]

[Just for once, he deserves to have someone be unilaterally, even mercilessly, in his corner. Always.]

[The spark in his eyes fades. He turns to the younger Tim, blocks his view of the Jasons with his own body, his back to them. He doesn't have to worry about one of them getting pissy and pulling a sucker punch. They're not a threat and they're not stupid enough to take a pot shot at super.]

Buddy, how about I get you both out of here, okay?

[overlyprecocious]

[He's barely tracking what's happening, but he's just aware enough of the collapse that his muscles twitch forward, getting ready to catch the older Tim, and then he jerks back when Conner is suddenly there, catching the falling body instead. His shoulders hunch forward, unconsciously making himself a smaller target now that there's a new person, who he vaguely thinks he recognizes, and it's not long before the new person is talking to him.

Whatever's actually said is lost in the static, and he doesn't want to let go of the static - couldn't, really, even if he wanted to. About the best he can manage is a slight tilt of his head as the little piece of him that's actually aware tries to figure out what's expected of him.]