metalogs | i was born to hold my hands up (open)

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i was born to hold my hands up (open)

Who: jason todd

reneger & whoever
What: downfall event prompts ; post-event happenings
When: late july - august
Where: excelsior, central city, nyc
Content Warnings: body horror, child death, child abuse, general violence, drug overdose, suicidal idealization, etcetc

prompts in the comments because.... i can.

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[Jason snorts. Right. His relationship with Dick at this time was barely a relationship]

B's occupied last I checked.

[The Bruce that's currently around seems even more aloof than the one Jason's used to. And him not having a Robin back home would make the situation even more awkward]

Nightwing's better for this and yeah. I can reach him through the comms.

( if batman was contactable, jason would have found him by now. given that he isn't, and he can't think of a reason for this to be a lie unless it's a ploy to contact someone else--

jason takes a step forward. nods towards the ground in front of him. )

Pass it to me.

Fine.

[Still keep both hands visible, Jason reaches up to his helmet to contact Nightwing]

[It takes a minute for the other end to pick up.]

Nightwing here. What's up, Hood?

[There's a bark in the background that means he's not out on patrol at the moment. But he has the comm close because everything has been going wild this week.]

( well, good to know hood guy wasn't an inaccurate nickname. he hears dick's voice, it sounds familiarish, but jason's not saying anything yet, you never know. instead, he whistles soft between his lips, then holds out a hand for hood guy's comm. )

[Calmly and trying to sound casual. This situation is weird enough as it is]

There's a Little Wing you should talk to.

[Jason then takes off his comm piece and hands to little Jay]

[There's a soft swear in the background that either of them might recognize as one of the few Romani words Dick retained from his childhood. Though more likely the older Jason would recognize it. He can't be certain, yet, what age the younger Jason is at.]

[Or if he even recognizes the nickname, actually.]

Robin. Status report?

( he takes the comm piece. takes a couple steps back so he can keep an eye on hood and the space behind him after, and, with the piece held up to his ear, )

Nightwing. ( his voice is a little--unsure. he's met dick, but he doesn't know him well. they had their introduction, then dick was off elsewhere. jason remembers getting his phone number, being told to call if he needed anything, but he also doesn't even know if this guy is dick. voices can be replicated. ) I caught this guy beating up his own lackeys, then he said he was going to call you like he was calling my mom on me.

[Jason doesn't bother to hide the eyeroll he makes at Robin's comment about him tattletaling. His patience is already being tested]

[Dick mutes his side of the comm so that he can sigh, looking up at the ceiling as though looking for guidance. Then he puts it back on.]

What would you have done had you caught the lackey at whatever Hood was stopping them from doing? Or what are you planning to do if you get a chance to go after said lackey?

( not a question he's expecting, and the confused look he shoots towards the comm shows that plenty. jason doesn't let it throw him off for long, and instead keeps his eyes on hood, while keeping the comm up to his ear. )

I don't know you're who he says you are. I'm not giving you any information.

( if this is a test he's going to pass it. )

[Great. Of course he's smart enough to keep being suspicious. Jason then calls out the coordinates to where they are]

He's welcome to drop by if you wanna see him.

[This time, the sigh isn't muted. Because Dick has to figure out how this is going to work.]

All right. Give me ten minutes and I'll be there.

[It's mostly travel to get him there that's going to take that long.]

( because that's safe. some thug in a hood giving coordinates to someone who may or may not be nightwing, to come find robin in an alleyway where he's sure there's other thugs lingering around.

if the goal is to outnumber him, they're achieving that. jason looks to the comm, then looks back up to hood guy, then back down to the comm, and--raises it up in his hand.

tosses it behind him, before he's taking a quick several steps off to the side and reaching for his grapple gun so he can, hopefully, make a quick exit up to the roof. )

[Jason takes out his own grapple gun just in case the kid makes a break for it]

Look. As crazy as this sounds it's not a trap. If you really want to be sure, go ahead and disarm me while we wait for Nightwing.

[Both of his hands remain visible]

( he still has the grapple gun in hand, but he does look back over to hood guy. squints over to him and his very carefully kept where he can see them hands. )

Uh huh, sure. How long's that going to take me? ( with a quick once-over, looking hood over head-to-toe. ) What've you got on you?

A pair of desert eagles, one combat knife, a couple of smoke grenades, some shuriken, and a taser. And I can summon a pair of swords too.

[All of this is said in a calm and almost casual manner]

Fine. Drop them.

( he's not moving closer, or dropping his own grapple. instead, he's keeping eyes on hood guy, waiting for him to start removing his own weapons. jason can count them off while this guy disarms himself, then go check him over for more himself if he feels it's necessary. )

[Jason slowly disarms himself, starting with the guns first. Though he's usually proud of how quickly he took to his Robin training, he's currently annoyed with his temporarily younger self for being too good at being cautious.

After several minutes of taking out his arsenal, he has his hands open]

There. Happy?

Take three steps back.

( so he can walk between hood guy and his arsenal. )

[Jason sighs and takes three steps back]

Done yet?

No.

( but he puts his grapple away once he's between hood and his stuff. takes another step forward, and looks to his hands. )

Arms up.

( because he doubts hood is fully unarmed. )

[Jason rolls his eyes and does so. He gets what Robin's trying to do but is still irritated by the whole thing. Of course a version of himself would do this to him]

Planning to frisk him, Little Wing?

[For Red Hood's sake, Nightwing manages to show up right at that moment.]

[Of course, if there's a note of amusement to his voice? Well, that could be expected, right?]

( he stiffens immediately at the voice, but it doesn't take much to realize it is, in fact, nightwing.

kind of?

a quick turn of his head towards him shows that his look is a little different. shows, too, that he's a little bigger than jason is used to. but the voice is right, the way he moves is right, and so the pinched look on his face fades into something closer to a smile as he turns around towards dick and toes idly at the arsenal on the ground in front of him. )

I'm bettin' he's still got something on him.

( people don't just remove everything that easily. but jason's not looking to try and disarm him further now. )

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