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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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. )

[Jason just rolls his eyes again]

Yeah, yeah. I'm the big scary masked thug armed to the teeth.

You don't actually want me to answer that.

[Because, yeah. Jason knows how he looks to a kid. Especially himself at that age.]

[Dick straightens, then does an easy jump to the ground, including a 360 pike. Partly to prove a bit to Robin that he is who he says he is. Even if he knows the uniform is very different than what he was wearing back in those days.]

It's okay, Robin. You can stand down. Hood is a known quantity.

[He can't say 'friend', because then he'll have to explain too much. Which he's not looking forward to doing at the moment.]

I'm standing down. See?

( squinting back at hood first, just to make sure that he knows that jason knows exactly where he is and how shady all of this is, but it's fine, because he's--taking a few steps over towards nightwing instead.

even if he's stopping several feet away still, to just, )

You're old.

[Jason lightly snickers at Robin's comment]

So are you, normally.

[One eyebrow goes up over the mask, though Dick does give a half-smile as well. He should have made more of an effort at this age, because Jason deserved it, but that was a long time ago now.]

It's been about...eight years since what you last remember, I'd wager.

If it's been eight years, that just means you're even older. I'd still be way younger than you.

( five years or so counts as way younger, doesn't it. the grin on his face says there's no heat to it. he's starting to--relax a little. somewhat. nightwing's trustworthy, if he says this guy can be left alone, jason'll leave it alone. for now. he'll definitely be following into his stuff later, when dick isn't around to watch him do it. )

We done with the attempted frisking now?

[He'll let Dick re-bond with this version of Jason as he's not comfortable staying around and seeing his own childhood in real time]

For now.

[He looks up and nods to Hood with a half smile.]

I think you'll probably find me at the gym tonight. It's getting a bit crowded at mine.

[Jason has friends. But probably not many people he'd trust at this age.]

( he's still walking towards nightwing, up until he finishes the you'll find me at the gym comment. because then jason's pausing to look between the two, eyes narrowing as he--stops in place. )

I'm not going with you, I don't need a babysitter. No one told me this guy was off limits, I didn't know.

( dick can't ground him just for trying to fight someone who was clearly earning it. )

[Jason decides to ignore Robin]

Yeah. We'll talk later. You know how to reach me.

[Jason takes back his arsenal before firing his grapple gun to a nearby rooftop and swings away]

It's not about needing a babysitter.

[Even though he kinda does. Dick's about ninety percent certain that Jason wasn't allowed to patrol on his own at this age.]

But there's a lot of weirdness going on and, even if you don't remember it, that weirdness includes you right now.

What's the last thing you remember before you found yourself here?

Batman and I'd saved Catwoman from the Joker.

( bruce had almost lost his cool over it, but jason'd been there to stop him. so it all turned out okay, they saved her and the bensons. )

We were supposed to go to the race track tomorrow, but I'm here instead.

I'm pretty sure I remember about where that puts you.

[So DEFINITELY not allowed to patrol on his own yet.]

We are going to the gym first. But that's so that we can talk without people overhearing. There's a lot to go over.

[And he was going to message Bruce to bring Tim and Haley there. It would just be easier.]

Where's Batman?

( since hood had said that sending nightwing was better, but jason still doesn't know why nightwing was sent after him. or why he's apparently supposed to be heading off to a gym? someone has to patrol, and if nightwing is carting him back, and hood has gone off to commit whatever stuff he's getting into, who's watching the streets? )

This isn't Gotham. We aren't the only heroes here.

[Which is what it comes down to, really. They aren't the only ones here, which means that it's a little easier to not have to worry about patrols.]

One night to explain what's going on isn't going to be a problem. And Batman will meet us at the gym. [A pause.] Sort of. That's also going to need explanation.

( he's still not too sure about following dick back to wherever he wants them to go, but--running away from dick is an even worse idea, isn't it. there's not really a reason to, he knows dick, knows dick is fine, even if he's jumped in to take jason back home or whatever.

so he squints at him. his nose scrunches up tight, before he ultimately takes a deep breath in, lets it out as a forlorn sigh, and walks the rest of the way over to him with his shoulders slumped. )

I was doing just fine, y'know.

Note how I never said you weren't.

[It's not his fault that he's been regressed back to his early Robin days. It's just another thing that Dick's dealing with at the moment.]

[He puts his hands on Jason's shoulders, crouching down a little. He even reaches up, flipping the lenses out of the way so that Jason can see his eyes.]

You were doing great. You've just been thrust into a big, multiversal thing that is going to take some explaining. But we can get there, get you something to drink and a place to sit while I bring you up to speed. And then we'll figure out where to go from there.

Nothing here is your fault. This isn't a punishment. This is giving you the information you need.

I'm not a kid, you don't need to baby me.

( because he's pretty sure that's what dick is doing, here. jason shrugs his shoulders to try and knock the hands off of them, but doesn't step away from it. bruce does this to him sometimes, gets down on his level, talks to him. dick he's met--briefly. dick's the guy who wore his costume before him, and it doesn't matter how much is different or how much older he is, jason doesn't want him treating him like a child.

he's robin, and robin doesn't need that from anyone. especially not the guy he's supposed to be taking over for. )

I'll follow you.

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