explosions on tv ( open )

[reneger]

Who: jason todd reneger & open
What: a catch all
When: september-october
Where: central city, excelsior, nyc, etcetc
Content Warnings: unnecessarily violent and gorey fights


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crime wrangling; central city, sept 8-19th ( open )

[reneger]

( central city wasn't originally his city; he'd still call it junior's turf if asked. but he's sticking around, especially given dick's absence from the current timeline. jason doesn't bother trying to be particularly stealthy about his presence, either; one may spot a hood-wearing vigilante riding a bright red motorcycle through central city during the night, tracking down trouble. or they might find him in an alleyway, beating the living shit out of some asshat dealing in the wrong area.

or maybe he's crouching low on top of one of central city's taller buildings, head tipped down to watch the city below him. waiting for trouble to make itself known so he has a good excuse to play hard.

maybe you've found yourself in a rough situation with one of central's thugs, and jason's just close enough to make his way over and lend a hand.

only during nighttime hours. the moment it's dark enough to count, jason's out and about. the moment the sun starts peaking over the horizon--he disappears, no longer traceable for most people. )

[robintohood]

[With all the drama that's happened over the last couple of months, Jason had left a few things by the wayside. There were only so many affairs he could pay close attention to. In his defense though, it really did look like the D'Amicos had suffered some major blows the last time he checked on them.

But now they've had time to recover and with so many native metahumans who had their abilities blunted, the D'Amicos were seeing opportunities for their drugs again.

Apparently, they also have long enough memories to start attacking Jason and his Backbreakers gang again. On their motorcycles, Jason and two of his goons are zooming in their territory as they get chased by by an unmarked black car. Two of the car's passengers are firing their guns at Jason's group]

[reneger]

( a high speed car chase wasn't what he was expecting to run into today, but jason's not complaining. it's entertainment, and while he had said he was going to tear apart junior's gang--it doesn't mean he's going to allow someone else to do it before he gets the chance to.

his own bike zips out of an alley just as the unmarked car passes by, tailing it a good several yards back. they're focused ahead, so jason takes advantage by pulling out one of his pistols, aiming straight for the rear tires. he shoots, twice, then abruptly turns the bike out from behind the car to avoid getting hit by the vehicle as it starts skidding out of control, swerving dangerously across the road as the driver tries to regain control.

pulls his bike to a stop so he can climb off of it as they try to regain their bearings. if they're gonna start shit, they're going to get hit. )

[robintohood]

[Jason hears the D'Amicos' car screech to gain control and looks at one of his mirrors to see that someone had shot out one of the car's tires. He stops his own bike and his goons follow afterwards. Then he sees a red-hooded biker climbing off of the motorcycle behind the car.

"Boss, we gotta go!" One of Jason's goons shouts in fear.

Calmly and while still eyeing the new biker, Jason orders both of his men to leave and warn the others about the D'Amicos' return. He'll join them later.

Meanwhile, the four D'Amico mobsters climb out of their car and have their guns ready for older Jason. Younger Jason then clicks his tongue, pretending to be offended. He can't let his double have all the fun]

Awww. Lost interest in me already? I'm hurt.

[He then dives for cover behind a parked car as two of the mobsters fire at him while the other two shoot at older Jason]

[reneger]

( junior's making a mess, and jason's in just the right mood to make it even messier. when the two mobsters step out and start firing at him, he doesn't even flinch. someone looking at just the right angle may see the way the shadows creep up, deflecting bullets to keep them from hitting him. but he's careful to mask it; to wait until just the last moment, to keep the area it covers small, to make it as unnoticeable as possible.

it's a scare tactic. he's just a nameless vigilante here--not a crime lord, and while he'd had a moniker at one point, it'd been abandoned with the old look. jason's just a guy pulling off his bike helmet and settling it against his hip, domino mask covering his eyes and hair just long enough it's starting to curl over his brow.

his head tips to the side, watching the mobsters with mock interest before he's clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. watches, as they look to their guns, look to him, start shooting again before realizing it's fucking pointless and starting his way. )

Damn, an' here I was about to ask if I was gonna have to wait all damn day for you to get your shit together. ( his voice is lower, closer to a growl, to the tone he'd gotten used to hearing from batman, but the bowery drawl is stronger, too. jason doesn't reach for his guns, but instead flicks his arm out towards the thugs. throws a few of the throwing knives straight at them. one hits the fingers of thug number one, where his hand had raised with the gun to shoot at him when jason'd raised his own arm. hopefully he hadn't needed those. the other two hit into the arm of thug number two, just as jason's lowering his stance and running straight for them. he came here for a fight, he's going to get it even if it turns into him mostly smearing their blood all over the pavement. )

[robintohood]

[Meanwhile, younger Jason tosses a flash grenade at the two gunmen firing at him. With the mobsters temporarily blind, Jason fires back at them. One gets slugged twice in the chest. While the other gets shot in the arm and shoulder]

You guys missed me that much, huh?

[The goon who was shot in the chest groans but manages to get back up]

Cute. You remembered your bulletproof vests for once.

[Jason jumps over the parked car he had used for cover and charges forward to pummel him]

vacation, sept 1-7th ( closed; kyle, dick jr, tj )

[reneger]

( this wasn't his original intention when he'd been thinking about getting out for a bit--taking kyle, tim, dick, and bruce's dog along with him. but plans shift, and there are worse ways it could have gotten fucked over. he could have not gone entirely, gotten into junior's c4 stash, and blown up all of his shit because explosions almost always feel nice, when he's the one causing them.

they've avoided that, at least.

the fake passports have their names listed as jace, alvin, and richard draper - and then there's kyle's with james johnson. which isn't john doe, at least.

the plane lands in dublin, as was requested by kyle. ish. and the hotel, when they get there, isn't ritzy but it isn't cheap, either. there's balconys off the rooms, and between the four of them and the dog, they've got three adjoining rooms.

for reasons. and if jason's going to burn money he'd gotten from people who clearly don't deserve having the cash, he may as well burn it on making sure they've got plenty of space. they've got euro to burn through distributed between them from jason's emergency explosives fund, and plenty of time to spend doing absolutely nothing.

or working to figure out why the fuck the gardai had swarmed the hotel room just a few down from their own just a couple days after their arrival. because they can never just chill, clearly they need to solve murders during their chill time. )

( open )

[reneger]

( jason had told kyle he's one wrong step away from losing his shit, which was--a little too true. he's been struggling not to crack, not to go on a rampage around central city's underground and push just a little too hard. usually, he'd find someone to take it out on. someone who deserves it, who could use a beating, who jason wouldn't give a shit if he accidentally hit him just on the side of too hard and accidentally--well.

it's not an option he considers long here, with everything going on.

instead, he's out on the balcony off the hotel room, 'bear' the puppy settled on his chest as he lays flat on hard cement with his eyes closed, and just. doesn't move. these are healthy coping mechanisms. )

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Those are very healthy coping mechanisms. Also healthy is falling asleep after the sun was properly up, and still dragging yourself out of bed at 10 to order room service.

He's aware that room service is an unnecessary expense, but he's here against his will. Jason can afford two pots of coffee and a full Irish.

Tim wanders onto his own balcony at about 11, once the sun's gone behind the clouds. He's not even pretending to be decent: he's drinking out of the carafe. ]

Morning.

[reneger]

( he hears the balcony door open. angles his head back enough to look at who's coming out, even if he knows already whose room it's supposed to be. sees tim with his carafe of coffee and--decides it's better not to say jack shit about it. tim's a mess. he's allowed to be a mess. that's partially why they're here and tim isn't back in the 1980s, isn't it. )

If you're gonna kill me, could you do me a favor and do it while I'm sleeping? Which I ain't right now.

( obviously. look at him, speaking quite clearly to tim.

not that he'd still be asleep if he had been. tim wasn't trying to be quiet, he would have woken up regardless. )

[mostdangerousbird]

[ Who is a coffee mug really for? For some swanky etiquette system that says that food and drink must be moved from one receptacle to another before being consumed?

Tim will take a seat. You see these things, Jay? They're seats. Much more comfortable. ]

If I was going to kill you, I'd wait until the dog wasn't around. The behavior of pets who've been present during a murder can reveal things about the killer, you know that. Also, a vacation is a terrible place to commit a murder. Half of all victims are killed by someone related to them, another 23.8% by someone they knew. Laser focus on Kyle, Dick and I if you die in Ireland. And that's not even taking into account that it's me.

[reneger]

If you were anyone else, I'd almost be concerned about how much you'd thought about it.

( but this is tim drake, who pulls seemingly random bits of information out of his ass at opportune moments as if that was just normal. because it is. for him. and it sounds about right as far as numbers jason knows, so he's not questioning it either. jason closes his eyes again and scritches behind the puppy's ears. it's not exactly a safe location to let his guard down: he's outside, exposed, there's nothing preventing a potential attack if someone did come at him--except the armor he's still wearing under his sweats and tee, but.

he's trying to relax, for what it's worth. )

How's the coffee?

[hackingyoursensors]

[ Dick's been quiet. Normally, that means he's up to something (or will be soon) but there's no air of mischief around him. Rather, it's an odd sort of tiredness that has sapped away his usual energy.

He steps out onto his own balcony, glass of juice in hand, and observes Jason and 'Bear' lounging on the... concrete. ]

Is your bed that uncomfortable?

[reneger]

I've spent more years sleeping on the floor and hard mattresses than I have soft shit like we've got here.

( it's a little melodramatic. okay, it's a lot melodramatic. but it's also not wrong, so. jason keeps his eyes closed, idly petting along bear's spine. )

You wanna talk about it?

( what's weighing dick down. jason has a good idea, has since before they left--which is what this trip was for. a chance to breathe, to let themselves have space to feel all the crappy shit they've been going through without worrying about breaking down at just the wrong moment. )

[hackingyoursensors]

[ Dick both acknowledges the veracity and melodrama of that statement with the smallest smirk.

With a sigh, he sits cross-legged on one of the chairs facing Jason. ]

That bad huh?

[ Apparently his melancholy is as subtle as a brick to the face. ]

[reneger]

I ain't the world's greatest detective, but I was trained by 'em.

( he's pretty sure tim's coming for bruce's title, but. that's irrelevant to what's going on right now, and he's not out to raise tim's ego anymore than it already has been. )

An' you've been antsy since you got here.

[torchbearer]

[ with the ring, kyle could go anywhere in the world. and if he was more of a rogue and fraudulent with money, he could afford it to. but he's never pushed the limits of travel on earth the way he had for space.

ireland was a place his mother talked about often. passed along what little gaelic kyle could muster, humming away in the chilled evening air. it's strange to be here without her. he hopes — he hope she's doing all right.

kyle leans against the balcony railing, taking it all in. ]

[reneger]

( kyle's leaning in against the balcony when jason lets himself in through the door--not the window. only because the sun's out, the hotel's crowded, and leaping from rooftops where people can see isn't very stealthy.

it's several steps across the hotel room before jason's leaning in against the doorframe leading out to the balcony, hip propped against it and arms crossed loosely over his chest. he's gotten some sleep since they'd gotten here, so the bone-deep exhaustion he's been carrying for weeks is a little--less present. the grin he throws kyle is soft and easy. )

So, how's this for a third date? ( he's counting their initial coffee meet up. ) Does it meet your standards?

[torchbearer]

[ kyle shakes his head with a chuckle. ]

It's definitely up there.

[reneger]

Should we aim for Paris next?

( he's teasing. they could easily travel to paris if they really wanted to. gotham will always be home and jason'll always find his way back to the rest of his family, but he's also spent a shitton of time everywhere else. and he's fairly certain he and kyle couldn't find anywhere here as. . . romantic as when they'd gotten stuck in victorian era gotham briefly. ah, well. )

Or we could go for space.

[torchbearer]

[ kyle glances at him, bemused. ]

You don't want to go to space.

[hackingyoursensors]

[ Dick is still getting used to a vacation where the point of it is to be a tourist, and not as a cover. But he's trying, which is why Dick comes out to his own balcony to just take in the sights. Eventually he'll get too antsy and have to go do something.

This morning, it's not Jason standing there like he expected. But maybe that's a good thing. It's been so much hustle and bustle that he hasn't had time to really get to know Kyle. So instead of going back inside or looking for Jason, he decides to be chatty. ]

Morning.

[torchbearer]

Hey.

[ he holds his hand up in a casual wave. it's weird to be talking to a younger dick, but it's not the worst thing. reminds him a little of the titans, though kyle was there long after dick left. ]

How's it going?

[hackingyoursensors]

[ Dick smiles and returns the casual wave. He knows it's weird for people, especially now that he's the only Dick Grayson in the present. He wonders if it's the differences or similarities that are starker for others. ]

Not bad. I think I'm getting the hang of the vacation thing. How about you?

open

[hackingyoursensors]

[ Dick has been quiet since they arrived at the hotel. He's not sullen or withdrawn, but his usual energy is diminished. He's been purposefully going nonstop since he fell from the sky. The crazy fights, a 'goddess' and a potential world-ending event are par for the course for him. It's the knowledge of the future and coming to terms with creating a new superhero id that's been challenging. And this is without even considering the much younger Bruce running around.

He's homesick for Gotham and the Cave and Mount Justice. He misses his Bruce and Alfred and his friends and his team. He feels it all even more keenly now that he's away from the chaos that's overtaken his life.

On top of that his other self asked him to look after everyone while he's gone. Given recent events, it seems like it might be needed.

Of course, he tells no one this, instead just keeping to himself a little more than usual. He's been quietly keeping up on the news in Central and Excelsior, which is not very vacation mode of him. ]